Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale of New York

It was Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old man said, "Son, I won't see one"
And then he sang a song, a rare old tune
I turned my away, and I thought about you

I got on a one, came in at 18/1
I've got a feeling this for me and you
So Christmas, I love you baby
There's going to be times
all our dreams come true.

They've got cars big as
They've got rivers of
But the wind blows right you
It's no for the old
When I first took your hand on a cold Eve
I told you that was waiting for me.

You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York
the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging, and the they were 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 someone and so anyone
I took my dreams from you when I met you
I kept them me, babe, and put them with my own
I make it all alone
I've my dreams around you.

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

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