Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest root dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Lake
Still get no from the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping smoke tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
Tearin' open the
But shoot the best, and
The indians they don't like us,

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since they have
Now the clouds stay apart
A California voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses won't race where the down's to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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