Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see one
And then he a song the Rare Old Mountain 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 better when all our dreams come true

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

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

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

a bum, You're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you lousy fagot
Christmas your ares, I pray 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 but so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first you
I kept them with me babe, I put them my own
Can't make it all alone, I build my around you

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