Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty Lonely lives in a duplex of
On the bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise a nearby airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the snapper

Lonely, her green eyes are roughly staring
At a point through a sliding glass
Her heart lives over the
Her brain is wet like a net

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

Betty just talks to her grandbaby
Everybody else, she blots out
But her words like a flounder gig
Her dry is like a gaff