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

Small town beauty
Would-be queen
In '47, it seemed heaven
to take it overseas

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

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

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

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

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

Peering the midnight vines...

Too bad Bettie
But know it's to leave
Your Yankee has just run out
They're gunnin' in the

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