Fairytale of New York · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank

An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away

And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one

I've got a feeling This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas, I love you baby

I can see a better time When all our dreams come true

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They've got cars

Big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on the corner

Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells were ringing

Out for Christmas day

You're a bum

You're a punk

You're an old slut on junk

Living there almost dead on a drip

In that bed

You scum bag

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God

It's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing `Galway Bay`

And the bells are ringing

Out for Christmas Day

I could have been someone

Well, So could anyone

You took my dreams

From me when I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you