Luyện nghe bài hát Fairytale Of New York

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

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

They've got cars big as bars, got rivers of gold
But the wind blows through you it's no place for the old
When you took my hand on that 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 out for Christmas day

You're a bum, You're a punk, an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in 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 out for Christmas day

I have been someone but so could anyone
You took my from me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe, I put them my own
make it all alone, I build my dreams around you

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