Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

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

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

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

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

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