Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

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

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

Some people don't why she does it
Some people for a reason
Maybe she just likes the feel of the
Or in tune with the seasons
Maybe she has so much in herself
Got to keep it all pleasing
A paradise in a world of concrete
floors above the street

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