Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

Science from the pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since they have
Now the clouds won't stay
A little voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses won't where the down's turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
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 in this rain

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

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

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