Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

Science the cooking pot mixing up with the air
thunder
Nights since they started
Now the won't stay apart
A little California
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my boots are up
from back this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

Families on
The are smiling
The are mad, owners are crying
the eyes of the children, wide open
Wide,

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

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