Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping might tear an angel's eyes
the stories of shooting arrows
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 us some rain

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
Feeling
Nights since they have
Now the clouds won't stay
A little voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my boots are up
Water's back this way
at them smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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