Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest root dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Lake
Still get no from the sky
Men were firing
Hoping smoke might tear an eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
Tearin' open the
But shoot the best, and
The indians they like us, much

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

Science from the cooking pot up with the air
thunder
Nights since they have
Now the clouds won't stay
A California voodoo
Care of Hatfield and his
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my are filling up
from back this way
Look at them smiling, and smiling

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

on porches
The children are
The owners are mad, 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 down
"Charles always kept in touch", swears his
"Always had the touch"

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