Luyện nghe bài hát Betty Lonely

Betty lonely, in a duplex of stucco
On the north bank of a river
Her omit the noise from a nearby airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the boats

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

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

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