โหลดเพลง mp3 Three Flights Up - Don McLean

Three Flights Up (Live) - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)
On the first floor'
On the first floor
On the first floor
There's a young girl reeling
Her body's numb and without feeling
As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling
Now she's falling now she's kneeling
It's almost like she's bowed in prayer
A savior she's about to bear
She screams for help
But no one's there
On the first floor
On the first floor people walk the halls
But none can hear her desperate calls
There is no sound beyond the walls
So to the telephone she crawls
She telephones her only friend
The one on whom she can depend
But the phone rings on without an end
Then rings no more
On the first floor
There's a party on the second floor
And through the picture window you can see them all
They're laughing and they're dancing
Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall
But in the master bedroom
Where the coats are piled high
A silent saddened lady
Thinks of what it's like to die
And as she dwells on all
The years she still has left to face
She wonders how she'll
Ever find someone to take his place
Then suddenly she's jarred by
The ringing of the phone
Oh why do you ring now just when
I want to be alone
So she walks into the fasted
Take some water from a cup
But the telephone stops
Ringing just before she picks it up
My family was very poor
So I worked hard to be secure
I married one I had to wed
And not the one I loved instead
When I was young my blood ran wild
But we stayed married for the child
Now three flights up I'm all alone
My wife is dead my child is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
I got
She's been a failure as a wife
Oh she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on inside
And then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others feelings