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 inside rubber gloves
Planting pulling out weeds
The cycle of life is
Who thought it in a city of stone
Four floors above the

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

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

Some people understand why she does it
Some people look for a
Maybe she just likes the of the soil
Or keeping in with the seasons
Maybe she has so much in herself
Got to keep it all visually
A small paradise in a world of
Four above the street

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