Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
root shrinking dry
The fish are swimming inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an angel's
Heard the stories of shooting
open the clouds
But indians the best, and
The they don't like us, much

You made for L.A.
got ten grand
For you to go us some rain

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
Feeling
since they have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A little voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from back way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

Made for L.A.
Well, "Hot damn",
People with one walk in this rain

Families on
The children are
The owners are mad, owners are
Still the of the children, wide open
Wide,

Well, the blue light is rolling in between the
Feeling of
water drying up, some sinking down
"Charles always in touch", swears his mother
"Always had the touch"

rain for L.A.
Made for L.A.