Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale Of New York

It was Eve babe in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see one
And then he sang a song the Rare Old Dew
I turned my face and dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one came in to one
I've got a feeling this for me and you
So happy Christmas, I you baby
I can see a time when all our dreams come true

They've got big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the blows right through you it's no place for the old
When you first my hand on that cold Christmas Eve
You me Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome, you pretty queen of New York City
When the band finished they howled out for more
was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner danced through the night

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are out for Christmas day

You're a bum, You're a punk, an old slut on junk
Lying there dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you lousy fagot
Happy Christmas your ares, I God it's our last

The boys of the choir
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for day

I could have been someone but so anyone
You took my from me when I first found you
I them with me babe, I put them with my own
Can't it all alone, I build my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD
singing, "Gal way Bay"
And the bells are out for Christmas day
And the are ringing out for Christmas day