Luyện nghe bài hát Fourth Floor

On the fourth floor of the
In a window box
She's digging in the soil with a silver
Her hands rubber gloves
Planting seeds out weeds
The of life is complete
Who would've it in a city of stone
floors above the street

I tell what kind of flowers they are
I'm too far on the street
But the colour they add to the so drab
Brings a warm of welcome relief
Something for the sun to shine on
A reason to radiate
Well that small window box puts a skip in my
Four below on the street

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

Some people don't understand why she it
Some look for a reason
Maybe she just the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune with the
Maybe she has so much pride in
Got to it all visually pleasing
A paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors the street

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