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

 It was Christmas Eve 
 In  drunk tank
 An old man said to me, won't see another 
 And then he sang a 
 'The Rare Old Mountain 
 I turned my face 
 And  about you
 
 Got  a lucky one
 Came in  to one
 I've got a 
 This  for me and you
 So happy 
 I love you 
 I can see  better time
 When all  dreams come true
 
 They've got 
 Big as 
 They've  rivers of gold
 But the wind 
 Right  you
 It's no place for  old
  you first took my hand
 On a cold  Eve
 You  me
 Broadway was  for me
 
 You were 
 You were 
 Queen of  York City
  the band finished playing
 They howled  for more
 Sinatra  swinging,
  the drunks they were singing
 We kissed on  corner
 Then danced  the night
 
 The boys of the NYPD 
 Were singing 'Galway 
 And  bells were ringing
  for Christmas Day
 
 You're  bum
  a punk
 You're an  slut on junk
 Lying there almost  on a drip
  that bed
 
 You scum 
 You maggot
 You're cheap  your haggard
  Christmas your arse
 I  God
  our last
 
  boys of the NYPD choir
 Were  'Galway Bay'
 And the  were ringing
 Out  Christmas Day
 
 I  have been someone
 Well  could anyone
 You took my 
 From me when I first  you
 I kept them with  babe
 I put  with my own
  make it all alone
 I've built  dreams around you
 
 The boys of the NYPD 
 Still  'Galway Bay'
  the bells were ringing
 Out  Christmas Day
 
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