Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty Lonely lives in a of Stucco
On the bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise from a nearby
Her mind floats beyond the boats

Betty Lonely, her green eyes are roughly
At a through a sliding glass door
Her lives over the drawbridge
Her brain is wet like a net

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

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