Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
root shrinking dry
The are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of shooting
open the clouds
But indians the best, and
The indians they don't us, much

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights they have started
Now the won't stay apart
A California voodoo
Care of and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
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 one walk in this rain

on porches
The are smiling
The are mad, owners are crying
Still the of the children, wide open
Wide,

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

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