Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and
Standing in the fibreglass ruins, watching time stand
All your troubles you confess to faceless backless dress
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so, deportee

beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down, on the fiddle
Two thousand dollars for a wife and some
A thousand years drowned in a glass

How I wish that she was
I could have been a in Six Eight Time
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I 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 talking

When I came tonight, my pockets were overflowing
took my return ticket without me even knowing
I pray to the saints and all the for the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But of these things have come 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, and Ouzo
vodka, Sambuca, I love you so
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
vodka, Sambuca, I love you so