Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the floor of the building
In a window box
She's digging in the soil a silver spoon
Her hands inside gloves
Planting seeds pulling out
The cycle of life is
Who would've thought it in a of stone
Four floors above the

I cannot tell 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
Something for the sun to shine on
A to radiate heat
that small window box puts a skip in my feet
Four below on the street

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

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

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