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ﾃﾞｲ ﾊｳ ﾀﾞｳ ﾌｫｰ ﾓｰ
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ﾕｰ ﾏｷﾞｯ
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ｱｲ ﾌﾟﾚｲ ｶﾞｯ
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ﾌﾛﾑ ﾐｰ ｳｪﾝ
ｱｲ ﾌｧｰｽ ﾌｧｳﾝｼﾞｭｰ
ｱｲ ｹﾌﾟ ﾃﾞﾑ ｳｨｯﾐｰ ﾍﾞｲﾋﾞ
ｱｲ ﾌﾟｯﾃﾞﾑ ｳｨｯ ﾏｲ ｵｳﾝ
ｷｬﾝ ﾒｰｷﾛｰ ｱﾛｰﾝ
ｱｲﾌﾞ ﾋﾞｩｯ
ﾏｲ ﾄﾞﾘｰﾑｽﾞ ｱﾗｳﾝｼﾞｭｰ ﾀﾞ ﾎﾞｰｲｽﾞ ｵﾌﾞ ﾀﾞ ｴﾇﾜｲﾋﾟｰﾃﾞｨｰ ｸﾜｲｱｰ
ｽﾃｨｩ ｽｨﾝｷﾞﾝ ｷﾞｬｩｳｪｲ ﾍﾞｲ
ｴﾝﾀﾞ ﾍﾞｩｽﾞ ｱｰ ﾘﾝｷﾞﾝ
ｱｳ ﾌｫｰ ｸﾘｽﾏｽ ﾃﾞｲ | Fairytale Of New York – The Pogues, Kirsty Maccoll
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
Won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
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 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
You were pretty
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 are 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 maggot
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 The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day |
