Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty lonely, lives in a of stucco
On the bank of a brackish river
Her ears the noise from a nearby airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the snapper

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

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

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