Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk
An old man said, "Son, I see another one"
And then he sang a song, a rare old tune
I turned my away, and I thought about you

I got on a lucky one, came in at
I've got a feeling year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas, I you baby
There's going to be good
all our dreams come true.

They've got cars big as
got rivers of gold
But the blows right through you
no place for the old
When I first took your on a cold Christmas Eve
I told you that Broadway was for me.

You were and pretty, queen of New York city
When the band playing, the crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they singing
We on the corner and danced round the floor.

And the boys from the New York police choir singin' Galway Bay
And the were ringin' out on Christmas Day

I could have been and so could anyone
I took my dreams you when I first met you
I kept them me, babe, and put them with my own
I make it all alone
built my dreams around you.

You're a bum you're a you're an aul hoor on junk
Lyin' there on the drip nearly in the bed
You scumbag you maggot you cheap faggot
Happy me arse, I would rather be dead...

I love you
I've got a feeling this for me and you
So Happy Christmas, I love you
There's to be good times
When all our dreams true.