Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
root shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Morena
get no rain from the sky
Men firing cannons
smoke might tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
Tearin' the clouds
But indians the best, and
The indians they don't like us,

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

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
Feeling
Nights they have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A little voodoo
of Hatfield 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
Look at them smiling, and smiling

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

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

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

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