Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the floor of the building
In a window box
She's in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands inside gloves
Planting seeds out weeds
The cycle of life is
Who would've it in a city of stone
Four floors above the

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

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

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

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