Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

Wide in San Diego
root shrinking dry
The fish are swimming inside Lake Morena
Still get no rain the sky
Men firing cannons
Hoping might tear an angel's eyes
Heard the stories of arrows
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 some

Science from the cooking pot mixing up the air
Feeling
since they have started
Now the won't stay apart
A little voodoo
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses won't where the down's turned to mud
and rivers are growing
And my are filling up
Water's from this way
Look at smiling, cooking and smiling

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

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

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

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