Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty lonely, in a duplex of stucco
On the north bank of a brackish
Her ears omit the noise from a airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the snapper

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

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

Betty lonely, just talks to her grand
'Cause everybody else she blots out
But her words like a flounder gig
Her dry laugh is like a