Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the floor of the building
In a shallow box
She's digging in the soil a silver spoon
Her inside rubber gloves
seeds pulling out weeds
The cycle of is complete
Who would've thought it in a city of
floors above the street

I cannot tell kind of flowers they are
I'm too far on the street
But the colour they add to the building so
a warm splash of welcome relief
Something 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
a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the goodness trying to nurture
And kill all the seed she's sown
Every time you water the garden you water the weeds
A profound of sin and temptation
Four above the street

people don't understand why she does it
Some look 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 small in a world of concrete
floors above the street

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