Fairytale of New York (纽约童话) - M.A.S. Collective

It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunken 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 blows right through you it's no place for the old

When you first took my hand on that 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 a corner then danced through the night

The boys of the nypd choir

Were singing gal way 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

Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag you maggot you cheap lousy fagot

Happy Christmas your Ares I pray god it's our last

The boys of the nypd choir

Were singing gal way bay

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day

I could have been someone but 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 build my dreams around you

The boys of the nypd choir

Still singing gal way bay

And the bells are ringing out for Christmas day