Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

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

She telephones her only
The one on she can depend
But the phone on without an end
Then rings no more on the first

a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you can see all
They're laughing and they're
the Renoir that's hanging on the wall

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

Then she's jarred by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you ring now, when I want to be alone?
So she walks the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup
But the telephone stops ringing just before she 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 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 just one floor down
She calls or comes around

Step off the platform and onto the
Look out your window and into the
Watch all the buildings pass 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?