Luyện nghe bài hát Trickle Down

You cease to smell the plant
you've lived there for a while
Smoke is snow is ash are leaves that
the air aloft
All our dim their sliding
To the soot gray style
And we our laundry out on Sundays
When they turn the off

daddy works up on the line
The and the Wilczewskis
Have been there the longest
And mommy squints into the sun
Sunday after all the laundry's done

And sometimes a distant
Can set a dog to barking late at
it dominoes on down
Till every dog is in
The first rumors of the lay
Sang a distant siren might
And we all perked up our
And paced the fence of the din

And every night, we glued to the TV news
At six
'Cuz it was to tell what was real
And was talk
They about the cutbacks
All the frowns
What they didn't say was that the
Was slowly shutting

This town is not the of place
That money go
They their jokes up on the TV
all the snow
And building condos downriver
From where the plant had
But really lives here
Now that the air is

And the president us
It was all gonna trickle
Like it'd be so much money
we'd be sad to see the sun
Mr. Wilczewski's brother had some
Out in Denver, so they Denver
Everybody knows were the lucky ones

You cease to smell the plant
After been here for a while