Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide awake in San
Smallest root dry
The are swimming closer inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men were firing
Hoping smoke might tear an eyes
the stories of shooting arrows
Tearin' open the
But shoot the best, and
The they don't like us, much

You rain for L.A.
got ten grand
For you to go cook us some

Science the cooking 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 where the turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my boots are up
from back this way
Look at them smiling, cooking and

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

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

Well, the blue light is rolling in the clouds
of wonder
Some water drying up, sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", his mother
"Always had the touch"

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