اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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 I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You said promise 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, 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
We could have been someone, well, so could anyone
I took your dreams with 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
And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
And the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
