Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the first

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

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

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

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

There's a party on the second
And through the picture window you can see all
They're and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's 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 the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone ringing just before she picks it up

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

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

My daughter a wayward life
She's been a failure as a
And she lives just one floor down
She calls or comes around

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

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