Luyện nghe bài hát Three flights up

On the first
On the floor

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

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

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

She telephones her friend
The one on whom she can
But the rings on without 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 Renoir that's on the wall

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

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

My was very 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 married for the child
Now three flights up, I'm all
My is dead, my child is grown

My daughter leads a life
She's a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one down
She never or comes around

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

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