Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

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

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

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

Some people don't understand why she it
Some people for a reason
Maybe she just the feel of the soil
Or in tune with the seasons
she has so much pride in herself
Got to it all visually pleasing
A paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors the street

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