Luyện nghe bài hát Roxy

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

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

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

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

Roxy's spinning 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 like Apollo's, become clear

Somewhere near the border of pain and
Her is undetermined as of yet
Potential for a again has always been
The part to get out of my head
full circle all in the end, I hope
Could one-word shirts in songs be a joke?
And her name is a never ever game

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

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