Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth of the building
In a shallow box
She's digging in the soil with a spoon
Her inside rubber gloves
Planting seeds out weeds
The cycle of life is
Who would've thought it in a of stone
Four floors the street

I cannot tell what kind of they are
I'm too far below on the
But the colour they add to the so drab
Brings a warm splash of relief
Something for the sun to shine on
A reason to heat
Well small window box puts 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 the goodness she's trying to nurture
And kill all the seed that she's
time you water the garden you also water the weeds
A profound illustration of sin and
Four above the street

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

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