Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

On the first floor people walk the
But none can hear her desperate
There is no sound the walls
So to the telephone she

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

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

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

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

My family was poor
So I worked hard to be
I one I had to wed
And not the one I instead

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

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

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

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