Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth of the building
In a window box
digging in the soil with a silver spoon
Her inside rubber gloves
seeds pulling out weeds
The cycle of is complete
Who thought it in a city of stone
Four above the street

I cannot tell what kind of flowers are
I'm too far on the street
But the they add to the building so drab
Brings a warm 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 seed she plants in the soil
a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the goodness trying to nurture
And kill all the seed that sown
Every time you water the you also water the weeds
A profound of sin and temptation
Four floors the street

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

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