Текст песни Joys Of Christmas - Chris Rea
I
see
all
the
tough
guys
still
not
25
Dying
on
their
feet
Coughing,
honking,
cadging
cigarettes
And
still
out
on
the
street
Well,
they
got
no
money,
nowhere
to
go
Fathers
of
2,
3 maybe
4,
what
are
they
gonna
do
Jimmy
got
a
busted
mouth
in
a
fight
last
night
He
says
he′s
OK
Going
down
to
the
workies
club
(that's
a
laugh)
To
buy
something
strong
and
take
the
pain
away
Joys
of
Christmas
Joys
of
Christmas
Northern
style
Flashing
Christmas
light
of
police
blue
Go
spinning
down
the
street
Women
try
to
drag
the
men
from
pubs
Into
the
stores
And
work
hands
in
empty
pockets
deep
We
stand
outside
the
neon
ice
and
wish
ourselves
the
best
He
says
he′s
OK,
out
of
work
and
fighting
Is
all
he's
ever
known
And
laughs
and
says
I
worry
too
much
anyway
Joys
of
Christmas
Joys
of
Christmas
Northern
style
Let's
drink
to
the
likes
of
Jim
Before
we
all
go
insane
And
please
don′t
ask
me
why
It′ll
take
too
long
to
explain
Joys
of
Christmas
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