Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

You made for L.A.
We've got ten
For you to go cook us rain

Science from the cooking pot up with the air
thunder
Nights they have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A little California
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
from back this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

on porches
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 drying up, sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", his mother
"Always had the touch"

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