Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Morena
Still get no from the sky
Men were firing
Hoping smoke might tear an eyes
the stories of shooting arrows
Tearin' the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The indians don't like us, much

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

Science from the pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
since they have started
Now the clouds won't apart
A little voodoo
Care of and his brother
Now the horses won't race the down's turned to mud
Streams and are growing
And my are filling up
Water's back this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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