Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth floor of the
In a window box
She's in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands inside rubber
Planting seeds out weeds
The of life is complete
Who would've thought it in a of stone
floors above the street

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

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

Some people understand why she does it
Some people for a reason
Maybe she likes the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune the seasons
Maybe she has so much pride in
Got to keep it all visually
A small paradise in a of concrete
floors above the street

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