Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest root dry
The fish are closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an eyes
Heard the stories of shooting
open the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The indians don't 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
Feeling
Nights they have started
Now the clouds won't stay
A California voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
and rivers are growing
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

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

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

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