Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
root shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an angel's
Heard the stories of arrows
Tearin' the clouds
But indians the best, and
The indians they like us, much

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

Science from the pot mixing up with the air
thunder
Nights since have started
Now the clouds won't apart
A little voodoo
Care of and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
from back this way
Look at them smiling, 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, are crying
the eyes of the children, wide open
Wide,

Well, the blue light is rolling in the clouds
of wonder
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.