Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
thunder
Nights since they 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 rivers are
And my are filling up
Water's back this way
at them smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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