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 hands inside gloves
Planting pulling out weeds
The cycle of is complete
Who thought it in a city of stone
floors above the street

I cannot what kind of flowers they are
I'm too far on the street
But the they add to the building so drab
Brings a warm splash of welcome
Something worthwhile for the sun to on
A to radiate heat
Well that small window box a skip in my feet
Four below on the street

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

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

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