Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the first

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

almost like she's bowed in prayer
A she's about to bear
She screams for help, but no one's
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 telephones her friend
The one on whom she can
But the phone rings on an end
rings no more on the first floor

There's a on the second floor
And through the 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 coats are high
A silent, lady thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to
She wonders how she'll ever someone to take his place

Then suddenly she's jarred by the of the phone
Oh, why do you now, just when I want to be alone?
So she walks into the 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 loved

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

My leads a wayward life
She's a failure as a wife
And though she just one floor down
She calls or comes around

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

And then ask yourself if it be this way
Should walls and and plaster ceilings
Separate us each others' feelings?