Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming inside Lake Morena
Still get no from the sky
Men were cannons
smoke might tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of shooting
open the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The indians they don't like us,

You made for L.A.
We've got ten
For you to go us some rain

Science the cooking pot mixing up with the air
thunder
Nights since have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A California voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the won't race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my are filling up
Water's from back way
at them smiling, cooking and smiling

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

on porches
The are smiling
The owners are mad, are crying
Still the eyes of the children, wide
Wide,

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

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