Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest root dry
The fish are swimming closer Lake Morena
Still get no from the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an angel's
Heard the stories of shooting
Tearin' open the
But shoot 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 pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since they have
Now the clouds won't apart
A little voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

Well, the blue light is in between the clouds
of wonder
Some water drying up, some sinking
"Charles always in touch", swears his mother
"Always had the touch"

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