Luyện nghe bài hát Trickle Down

You cease to smell the steel
After you've lived for a while
Smoke is snow is ash are leaves that
Through the air
All our dim their sliding
To the same gray style
And we hang our out on Sundays
When they turn the off

Everybody's works up on the line
The Stienbrenners and the
been there the longest time
And everybody's squints into the sun
Sunday afternoon after all the done

And sometimes a siren
Can set a dog to late at night
Then it on down
Till dog is joining in
The first rumors of the lay
Sang like a distant siren
And we all up our ears
And the fence of the ensuing din

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

This town is not the of place
money people go
They their jokes up on the TV
all the snow
And they're building 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 be raining so much money
we'd be sad to see the sun
Mr. Wilczewski's had some business
Out in Denver, so they left
Everybody they were the lucky ones

You cease to smell the steel
After you've here for a while