Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

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

Betty lonely, her green are roughly staring
At a point through the glass door
Her heart lives over the
Her brain is wet like a net

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

lonely, just talks to her grand baby
'Cause everybody she blots them out
But her words stick a flounder gig
Her dry laugh is a gaff