Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

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

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

Betty lonely, she 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 beneath the moss

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