Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

In the Roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the ruins, watching time stand still
All your you confess to another faceless backless dress
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so,

Tatty beauty talking in
Rome burns down, everybody's on the
Two thousand for a wife and some class
A thousand years drowned in a glass

How I wish she was mine
I could have been a King in Six Time
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
vodka, Sambuca, I love you so, deportee

It's a brittle but she's had enough
Still she her number on his paper cuff
You don't know where to or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than shop

I came here tonight, my pockets were overflowing
They my return ticket without me even knowing
I pray to the saints and all the for the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have to pass
In America, the law is a of ass

I'm a deportee, I'm a deportee, I'm a
I'm a deportee, yeah, I'm a deportee,
I'm a
I'm a

Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
vodka, Sambuca, I love you so
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so