Luyện nghe bài hát Roxy

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

Somewhere near the of Spain and France
A bottle of bad red in my head
Sixty to look like a fool and dance
Mechanics understand not I said
Thinking the time that I had, how sad
Her one word shirt 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 they glow
But it's not glee, it's fear, why she flees
Sing of girls I wish that I
Her eyes rung true, her one word shirt now sparkling blue
And her is a barely 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 halfway down your

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

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

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

Oh, Roxy, you love me?
Why do I got to be
Maybe it's because I grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down pants

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