Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping smoke tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of shooting
open the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The indians don't like us, much

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

Science from the pot mixing up with the air
thunder
Nights since they started
Now the clouds won't apart
A California voodoo
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the down's to mud
and rivers are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from back way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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