Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
Smallest shrinking dry
The fish are swimming closer inside Lake
get no rain from the sky
Men were cannons
Hoping smoke might tear an eyes
Heard the of shooting arrows
open the clouds
But indians the best, and
The indians don't like us, much

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

Science from the cooking pot up with the air
thunder
Nights since they started
Now the won't stay apart
A California 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
Water's back this way
Look at them smiling, cooking and

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

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

Well, the light is rolling in between the clouds
of wonder
Some water up, some sinking down
"Charles kept in touch", swears his mother
"Always had the touch"

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