Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

In the Arrivederci nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fibreglass ruins, watching stand still
All your troubles you confess to another backless dress
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I love you so,

Tatty beauty in riddles
burns down, everybody's on the fiddle
Two thousand for a wife and some class
A thousand drowned in a chaser glass

How I that she was mine
I could have been a in Six Eight Time
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so, deportee

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

I came here tonight, my pockets were overflowing
They took my return without me even knowing
I to the saints and all the martyrs for the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of 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, and Ouzo
vodka, Sambuca, I love you so
Schnapps, Chianti, and Ouzo
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so