Luyện nghe bài hát Roxy

Oh, Roxy, don't you me?
Is it I'm American?
it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the behind you now dancing halfway down your pants

near the border of Spain and France
A bottle of bad red wine in my
francs to look like a fool and dance
Mechanics understand not what I
Thinking the time that I had, how sad
Her one word describes my plight in red
And her is a re-occurring theme

Start a move everyone knows, the awkward pose
And in the meantime her finding me
Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes glow
But it's not glee, fear, that's why she flees
Sing of girls I that I knew
Her rung true, her one word shirt now stabbing sparkling blue
And her name is a flickering flame

Oh, Roxy, you love me?
Is it I'm American?
Maybe because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing down your pants

spinning around or is it me that's down?
How many do I see? Is it three by now
on top of the stairs and screams for who, who cares?
All that matters now is my eyes Apollo's, become clear

Somewhere near the border of pain and
Her name is as of yet
Potential for a Roxy again has been
The hardest part to get out of my
Comes circle all in the end, I hope
Could one-word shirts in be just a joke?
And her name is a ever ending game

Oh, Roxy, you love me?
Is it I'm American?
Maybe because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now halfway down your pants

Oh, Roxy, don't you me?
Why do I got to be
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your

Oh, Roxy, yeah, yeah,
Oh, Roxy [Incomprehensible] down your