🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Fairytale Of New York - Ronan Keating

 It was Christmas Eve 
  the drunk tank
 An old man said  me, won't see another one
 And then he  a song
 'The Rare Old Mountain 
 I turned my  away
 And dreamed about 
 
 Got on a  one
 Came in eighteen to 
 I've got a 
 This year's for  and you
 So  Christmas
  love you baby
 I can  a better time
 When all our dreams  true
 
 They've  cars
 Big as 
 They've got rivers  gold
  the wind goes
 Right  you
 It's  place for the old
 When  first took my hand
 On a  Christmas Eve
  promised me
 Broadway was waiting for 
 
 You  handsome
  were pretty
 Queen of  York City
  the band finished playing
 They howled out  more
 Sinatra  swinging,
 All the drunks  were singing
 We kissed  a corner
 Then danced through the 
 
 The  of the NYPD choir
 Were singing 'Galway 
  the bells were ringing
 Out for  Day
 
  a bum
  a punk
 You're  old slut on junk
 Lying there almost dead  a drip
 In that 
 
 You scum 
 You maggot
 You're  & your haggard
 Happy Christmas  arse
 I  God
 It's our 
 
  boys of the NYPD choir
 Were singing  Bay'
 And the bells were 
 Out for  Day
 
 I could have  someone
 Well so  anyone
 You  my dreams
 From me when I first found 
  kept them with me babe
 I put them with my 
  make it all alone
  built my dreams around you
 
  boys of the NYPD choir
  singing 'Galway Bay'
 And the bells  ringing
  for Christmas Day
 
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