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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoFairytale Of New York
It was Christmas Eve, babeIn the drunk tankAn old man said to me"Won't see another one"And then he sang a songThe Rare Old Mountain DewI turned my face awayAnd dreamed about youGot on a lucky oneCame in eighteen to oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo, Happy ChristmasI love you, babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come trueThey've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the oldWhen you first took my hand on a cold Christmas EveYou promised me Broadway was waiting for meYou were handsomeYou were pretty, Queen of New York CityWhen the band finished playingThey howled out for moreSinatra was swingingAll the drunks, they were singingWe kissed on a cornerThen danced through the nightThe boys of the Nypd choirWere singing "Galway Bay"And the bells were ringing outFor Christmas dayYou're a bum, you're a braggartYou've lost all your swaggerAnd the word around town is you ain't much in the bedYou're a squirrel cause you're nutsYou're a kick in the gutHappy Christmas, my arseI'll be glad it's our lastThe boys of the Nypd choirStill singing "Galway Bay"And the bells were ringing outFor Christmas day"I could have been someone"Well, so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meWhen I first found youI kept them with me, babeI put them with my ownCan't make it all aloneI've built my dreams around youThe boys of the Nypd choirStill singing "Galway Bay"And the bells are ringing outFor Christmas day
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