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 floats beyond the boats

Betty lonely, her eyes are roughly staring
At a point the sliding glass door
Her heart lives the drawbridge
Her brain is wet like a net

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

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