Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming inside Lake Morena
get no rain from the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
open the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The indians they like us, much

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since they have
Now the won't stay apart
A little California
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
And my are filling up
Water's from back way
Look at them smiling, and smiling

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

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

Well, the blue is rolling in between the clouds
Feeling of
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.