Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty Lonely in a duplex of Stucco
On the bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise from a airstrip
Her floats beyond the snapper boats

Betty Lonely, her eyes are roughly staring
At a point through a glass door
Her heart lives the drawbridge
Her is wet like a throw net

Lonely, she will always think in Spanish
Though I her Spanish black hair, it will start to fade
She sunk her past out in the salt flats
Her was lost beneath the Spanish moss

Betty Lonely talks to her grandbaby
Everybody else, she them out
But her words like a flounder gig
Her dry laugh is like a