Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth floor of the
In a window box
She's digging in the soil a silver spoon
Her hands inside gloves
Planting seeds out weeds
The of life is complete
Who thought it in a city 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 reason to heat
Well that small window box a skip in my feet
floors below on the street

For every good seed she plants in the
There's a dozen bad to grow
To strangle the goodness she's to nurture
And all the seed 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 understand why she it
Some people for a reason
Maybe she likes the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune the seasons
she has so much pride in herself
Got to it all visually pleasing
A paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors the street

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