Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

Science from the pot mixing up with the air
thunder
Nights since they started
Now the clouds won't stay
A California voodoo
Care of and his brother
Now the horses won't race where the turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
And my are filling up
Water's from back way
Look at them smiling, and smiling

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

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

Well, the blue light is in between the clouds
Feeling of
water drying up, some sinking down
"Charles always in touch", swears his mother
"Always had the touch"

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