Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe in the tank
An old man said to me, see another one
And then he sang a song the Rare Old Dew
I turned my face and dreamed about you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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