Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the floor
On the floor

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

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

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

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

There's a party on the floor
And through the picture you can see them all
They're laughing and they're
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the

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 to take his place

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

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

When I was young my blood ran
But we stayed for the child
Now flights up, I'm all alone
My is dead, my child is grown

My daughter a wayward life
She's been a as a wife
And though she lives just one down
She never calls or around

Step off the platform and onto the
out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you
And count all the that go on inside

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