Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

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

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

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

people don't understand why she does it
Some people look for a
Maybe she just likes the of the soil
Or keeping in tune with the
she has so much 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 of concrete
A small paradise in a world of
A small in a world of concrete
Four above the street