Luyện nghe bài hát Port-AU-Prince (Travels with Bettie page)

Small town beauty
Would-be movie
In '47, it like heaven
to take it overseas

She beat it to the
Of rum, romance and
But Papa old choppin' block
Soon was gonna the scene

Peering the midnight vines
The knives and the painted faces smile
Demon rum and beating
Untie the beast that's there all her life
And all the while...

Winding the curves in a big convertible
Trying to hide her eyes from the sun
But he left you cold in a eyed trance, girl
You better run now you gonna get no second chance
In

Crooked jet set
With gold-toothed
drinks, the whole thing stinks
Flipped a and that was that

Hey Yankee lady
Please to
I look that big cat's eyes and
I know what you here for

Peering through the vines...

Too bad little
But know it's to leave
Yankee clout has just run out
They're in the street

prop plane hummin'
for NYC
The voodoo rite she saw that
Baby how it set you