Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

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

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

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

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