Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the floor of the building
In a shallow box
digging in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands inside rubber
Planting seeds pulling out
The cycle of is complete
Who would've it in a city of stone
Four floors above the

I cannot what kind of flowers they are
I'm too far on the street
But the colour they add to the building so
Brings a warm of welcome relief
Something for the sun to shine on
A reason to heat
Well that small window box puts a skip in my
Four floors on the street

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

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

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