Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the first

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

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

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

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

a party on the second floor
And the picture window you can see them all
They're laughing and 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 what like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she has left to face
She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his

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

My family was very
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 flights up, I'm all
My is dead, my child is grown

My daughter leads a life
She's been a failure as a
And though she lives one floor down
She never calls or comes

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

And ask yourself if it must be this way
walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others'