Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

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

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

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

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

There's a on the second floor
And the picture window you can see them all
They're and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's on the wall

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

Then suddenly jarred 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 telephone stops ringing just before she it up

My family was poor
So I worked to be secure
I one I had to wed
And not the one I loved

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

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

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

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