Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth of the building
In a shallow box
She's digging in the with a silver spoon
Her hands inside gloves
Planting seeds pulling out
The cycle of is complete
Who thought it in a city of stone
Four floors above the

I tell what kind of flowers they are
I'm too far below on the
But the colour they add to the building so
Brings a warm of welcome relief
worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A reason to heat
Well that window box puts a skip in my feet
floors below on the street

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

Some people understand why she does it
people look for a reason
Maybe she likes the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune with the
Maybe she has so pride in herself
Got to keep it all pleasing
A paradise in a world of concrete
Four above the street

A small paradise in a world of
A small paradise in a world of
A small paradise in a world of
Four above the street