Luyện nghe bài hát Hatfield

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

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

from the cooking pot mixing up with the air
Feeling
Nights since have started
Now the clouds stay apart
A little voodoo
of Hatfield and his brother
Now the horses race where the down's turned to mud
Streams and rivers are
And my boots are up
Water's from back way
Look at them smiling, cooking and

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

Families on
The children are
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 water up, some sinking down
"Charles always kept in touch", his mother
"Always had the touch"

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