Música do BioTerra: The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babeIn the drunk tankAn 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 awayAnd dreamed about you
Got on a lucky oneCame in eighteen-to-oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo, Happy ChristmasI love you, babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come true
"They've got cars big as barsThey've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through you;It's no place for the oldWhen you first took my handOn a cold Christmas EveYou promised me BroadwayWas waiting for me
"You were handsome!" "You were prettyQueen of New York City"When the band finished playingThey howled out for moreSinatra was swingingAll the drunks, they were singingWe kissed on a cornerThen danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choirWere singing 'Galway Bay'And the bells were ringing outFor Christmas day
"You're a bum, you're a punk""You're an old slut on junkLying there almost deadOn a drip in that bed""You scumbag, you maggotYou cheap lousy faggotHappy Christmas, your arseI pray God it's our last"
The boys of the NYPD choirStill singing "Galway Bay"And the bells are ringing outFor Christmas day
"I could have been someone""Well, so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meWhen I first found you""I kept them with me, babeI put them with my ownCan't make it all aloneI've built my dreams around you"