Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty lonely, lives in a of stucco
On the north bank of a brackish
Her ears omit the from a nearby airstrip
Her floats beyond the snapper boats

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

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

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