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

 It was Christmas  babe
 In the  tank
 An old man said  me, won't see another one
 And then he sang  song
 'The Rare Old Mountain 
 I turned  face away
  dreamed about you
 
 Got on a  one
  in eighteen to one
 I've got a 
 This year's for  and you
  happy Christmas
  love you baby
 I can  a better time
 When all our dreams  true
 
  got cars
 Big  bars
 They've got rivers of 
 But the  goes
  through you
 It's no place  the old
 When  first took my hand
 On a  Christmas Eve
 You promised 
 Broadway was waiting  me
 
 You  handsome
 You  pretty
 Queen of New  City
 When  band finished playing
  howled out for more
 Sinatra  swinging,
  the drunks they were singing
 We kissed on  corner
  danced through the night
 
 The boys of the NYPD 
 Were  'Galway Bay'
 And the bells  ringing
  for Christmas Day
 
  a bum
 You're a 
 You're an  slut on junk
 Lying there almost dead on a 
  that bed
 
 You  bag
 You maggot
 You're cheap &  haggard
 Happy Christmas your 
  pray God
  our last
 
  boys of the NYPD choir
 Were  'Galway Bay'
  the bells were ringing
 Out for Christmas 
 
 I could have been 
 Well so could 
 You took my 
  me when I first found you
 I kept  with me babe
 I  them with my own
 Can't make it all 
 I've built my dreams  you
 
 The boys of the NYPD 
  singing 'Galway Bay'
  the bells were ringing
 Out for  Day
 
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