Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

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

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

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

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

When I came here tonight, my pockets were
They took my return ticket without me even
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs for the 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, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so
Schnapps, Chianti, Porter and
Pernod vodka, Sambuca, I you so