Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A little voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses won't race 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 in this rain

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

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

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