Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the first

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

It's almost like she's bowed in
A savior she's to bear
She screams for help, but no there
On the first

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

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

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

But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled
A silent, saddened lady 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 someone to take his place

Then she's jarred by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be
So she into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just before she it up

My family was very
So I worked hard to be
I one I had to wed
And not the one I loved

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

My leads a wayward life
She's a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor
She never or comes around

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

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