Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the floor of the building
In a shallow box
digging in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands rubber gloves
seeds pulling out weeds
The of life is complete
Who would've it in a city of stone
floors above the street

I cannot tell what kind of they are
I'm too far below on the
But the colour they add to the so drab
Brings a splash of welcome relief
worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A to radiate heat
Well that small window box puts a in my feet
floors below on the street

For every good seed she plants in the
a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the she's trying to nurture
And kill all the seed she's sown
Every time you water the garden you also water the
A profound of sin and temptation
floors above the street

Some people don't why she does it
Some people 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 small in a world of concrete
floors above the street

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