Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

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

It's like she's bowed in prayer
A she's about to bear
She screams for help, but no there
On the floor

On the first floor people the halls
But none can her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the
So to the telephone she

She telephones her friend
The one on she can depend
But the phone rings on an end
Then rings no more on the first

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

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

Then suddenly jarred by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you now, just when I want 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 loved

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

My daughter leads a life
She's been a as a wife
And she lives just one floor down
She never or comes around

Step off the and onto the train
out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings pass as you ride
And count all the that go on inside

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