Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the first

On the first floor a young girl reeling
Her body's and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight
Now she's falling, now kneeling

almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to
She screams for help, but no one's
On the first

On the first floor people walk the
But can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound the walls
So to the telephone she

She telephones her only
The one on whom she can
But the rings on without an end
Then rings no on the first floor

There's a party on the second
And through the window you can see them all
They're and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the

But in the master where the coats are piled high
A silent, saddened thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she has left to face
She how she'll ever find someone to take his place

Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and some water from a cup
But the telephone ringing just before she picks it up

My family was poor
So I hard to be secure
I one I had to wed
And not the one I instead

When I was young my ran wild
But we married for the child
Now flights up, I'm all alone
My is dead, my child is grown

My leads a wayward life
She's a failure as a wife
And though she just one floor down
She calls or comes around

Step off the platform and the train
Look out window and into the rain
Watch all the that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on

And ask yourself if it must be this way
Should and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us each others' feelings?