Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

On the first floor people the halls
But none can hear her calls
There is no sound the walls
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 on the first floor

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

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

Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the
Oh, why do you ring now, just I want to be alone?
So she into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just 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 three up, I'm all alone
My wife is dead, my child is

My daughter leads a wayward
been a failure as a wife
And though she just one floor down
She never calls or comes

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

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