Luyện nghe bài hát Trickle Down

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

Everybody's daddy up on the line
The and the Wilczewskis
been there the longest time
And everybody's squints into the sun
Sunday afternoon all the laundry's done

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

And every night, we were to the TV news
At six
'Cuz it was hard to what was real
And was talk
explained about the cutbacks
All the earnest
What they didn't say was the plant
Was slowly shutting

town is not the kind of place
That money go
make their jokes up on the TV
About all the
And building condos downriver
From where the had been
But nobody really here
Now that the air is

And the assured us
It was all trickle down
it'd be raining so much money
That be sad to see the sun
Mr. Wilczewski's brother had business
Out in Denver, so left Denver
knows they were the lucky ones

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