Luyện nghe bài hát The Deportees Club

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

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

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

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

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