Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

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

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

On the first floor people the halls
But none can hear her calls
There is no beyond the walls
So to the telephone she

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

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

But in the master bedroom where the 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 she'll ever find someone to take his

Then suddenly she's by the ringing of the phone
Oh, why do you now, just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water a cup
But the stops ringing just before she picks it up

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

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

My leads a wayward life
been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one down
She never calls or around

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

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