Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth of the building
In a window box
She's digging in the soil a silver spoon
Her hands rubber gloves
Planting seeds out weeds
The cycle of life is
Who thought it in a city of stone
Four floors above the

I cannot tell kind of flowers they are
I'm too far below on the
But the colour add to the building so drab
Brings a warm of welcome relief
Something worthwhile for the sun to on
A reason to heat
Well that small window box a skip in my feet
Four floors on the street

For good seed she plants in the soil
There's a dozen bad waiting to
To strangle the goodness trying to nurture
And kill all the seed she's sown
Every time you water the you also water the weeds
A profound illustration of sin and
Four floors above the

Some don't understand why she does it
people look for a reason
Maybe she just likes the of the soil
Or in tune with the seasons
Maybe she has so pride in herself
Got to keep it all pleasing
A small in a world of concrete
floors above the street

A paradise in a world of concrete
A small in a world of concrete
A small in a world of concrete
Four floors above the