paroles de chanson Fairytale of New York (Live At The Brixton Academy 2001) - The Pogues
It
was
Christmas
Eve,
babe,
in
the
drunk
tank
And
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
18
to
one
And
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
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
you
first
took
my
hand
on
that
cold
Christmas
Eve
You
promised
me
Broadway
was
waiting
for
me
I
was
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
and
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
Oh,
you
scumbag,
you
maggot,
you're
cheap
lousy
faggot
Happy
Christmas
your
arse,
I
pray
God
it's
our
last
The
boys
of
the
NYPD
choir
were
singing
"Galway
Bay"
And
the
bells
were
ringing
out
for
Christmas
Day
Well,
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
alone
I've
built
my
dreams
around
you
The
boys
of
the
NYPD
choir
were
singing
"Galway
Bay"
And
the
bells
were
ringing
out
for
Christmas
Day
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