Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
root shrinking dry
The fish are closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping smoke tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of shooting
Tearin' open the
But shoot the best, and
The they don't like us, much

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

Science from the cooking pot up with the air
thunder
Nights they have started
Now the clouds won't apart
A little California
Care of and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the down's to mud
Streams and are growing
And my boots are up
Water's from back way
Look at 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, wide
Wide,

Well, the blue light is rolling in between the
Feeling of
Some drying up, some sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", swears his
"Always had the touch"

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