Cifras para Guitarra Fairytale Of New York

Tono:  C
Introducción:
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        It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank,
                                
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        an old man said, "Son, I won't see another one."
                                  
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        And then he sang a song, 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew’,
                                  
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        I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.
                                
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        I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1,
                                
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        I've got a feeling this year's for me and you.
                              
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        So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
                                                  
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        there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.
                                  
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        They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold,
                          
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        but the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old.
                            
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        When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve,
                          
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        hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me.
                  
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        You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city,
                            
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        when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more.
            
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        Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,
                    
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        so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor.
                          
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        And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
                        
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        and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.
 
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        I could have been someone and so could anyone,
                                  
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        I took my dreams from you when I first met you.
                                  
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        I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own,
                                        
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        I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you.
                            
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        You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk,
                        
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        lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed.
                    
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        You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
                          
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        Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead.
                          
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        And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
                        
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        and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.
                                
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        I love you baby,
                                  
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        I've got a feeling this year's to me and you.
                              
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        So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
                                                  
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        there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.
                                
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        So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.