Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Morena
get no rain from the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping might tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
Tearin' open the
But indians the best, and
The they don't like us, much

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

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
Feeling
Nights since have started
Now the clouds won't apart
A California voodoo
Care of and his brother
Now the won't race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
And my boots are up
Water's from back way
at them smiling, cooking and smiling

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

on porches
The are smiling
The owners are mad, owners are
Still the eyes of the children, open
Wide,

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

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