Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth floor of the
In a shallow box
She's digging in the with a silver spoon
Her hands inside gloves
Planting seeds pulling out
The cycle of life is
Who would've thought it in a city of
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 splash of welcome relief
worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A reason to radiate
Well that small window box puts a skip in my
floors below on the street

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

Some people don't why she does it
Some look for a reason
she just 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
floors above the street

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