Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

On the first floor people the halls
But none can her desperate calls
is no sound beyond the walls
So to the she crawls

She telephones her friend
The one on she can depend
But the rings on without an end
Then rings no on the first floor

a party on the second floor
And the picture window 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 coats are piled
A silent, saddened lady thinks of it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to
She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his

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

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

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

My daughter leads a wayward
She's been a as a wife
And though she lives just one floor
She never calls or around

Step off the platform and the train
Look out window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that as you ride
And count all the stories that go on

And then ask yourself if it must be way
Should walls and doors and ceilings
Separate us from each feelings?