Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest root dry
The fish are swimming inside Lake Morena
get no rain from the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might an angel's eyes
the stories of shooting arrows
Tearin' the clouds
But shoot the best, and
The they don't like us, much

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since they started
Now the clouds won't stay
A little California
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses won't race the down's turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from this way
Look at them smiling, cooking and

Made for L.A.
Well, "Hot damn",
swear with one walk in this 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
of wonder
Some water up, some sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", his mother
"Always had the touch"

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