Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty lives in a duplex of Stucco
On the north of a brackish river
Her ears omit noise from a airstrip
Her mind beyond the snapper boats

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

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

Betty Lonely just talks to her
else, she blots them out
But her words stick like a gig
Her dry laugh is like a