Fairytale of New York (纽约童话) (Originally Performed By The Pogues) - Holiday Rockers

It was Christmas eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me

Won't see another one

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 there's years

For you me

So Happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true

They got cars big as bars

They got rivers of gold

But the wind blows right through you

It's no place for the old

When he 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

And we kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night

And 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

Lying there almost dead

On a drip in that bed

You scumbag you maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I thank god it's our last

And the boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells were 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

But I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

Built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells are ringing out

For Christmas day