Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

On the floor people walk the halls
But can hear her desperate calls
is no sound beyond the walls
So to the she crawls

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

There's a party on the floor
And through the window you can see them all
laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the that's hanging on the wall

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

suddenly she's 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 just before she picks it up

My family was very
So I worked to be secure
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 is dead, my child is grown

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

Step off the platform and the train
Look out your window and the rain
Watch all the that pass as you ride
And all the stories that go on inside

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