Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the first

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

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

On the first floor people walk the
But none can hear her desperate
is no sound beyond the walls
So to the telephone she

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

There's a party on the second
And through the picture you can see them all
laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the that's hanging on the wall

But in the master bedroom where the are piled high
A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's to die
And as she dwells on all the years she still has 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 drinks some water a cup
But the telephone stops just before she picks it up

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

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

My daughter leads a life
been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one down
She never calls or around

off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the
all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on

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