Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

Day One
Nuala,
Thank you very much for lovely present of a partridge in a pear-tree
We're getting the hang of feeding the now,
Although it was difficult at to win its confidence
It bit the mother rather on the hand
But they're good friends now and we're keeping the pear-tree indoors in a
you again
Yours affectionately, O'Lúnasa

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we were to from you so soon again and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves
You really are too
At the partridge was very jealous
And suspicious of the doves and they had a row the night the doves arrived
We had to send for the vet but the birds are again
And the are due to some out in a week or two
The vet's bill was 8 but the is over her annoyance now
And the doves and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be in your thoughts
I had only posted my letter when the three French hens
There was another sort-out between the and the doves,
Who with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for again
The mother was raging the bill was 16 this time
But she has almost cooled
However, the fact that the birds' droppings falling down
On her whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help matters
you for your kindness
I remain, your

Day
Nuala,
You mustn't have received my last letter when you sending us the four calling birds There was pandemonium in the pear-tree again last night and the vet's bill was 32
The mother is on sedation as I
I you meant no harm and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your knows no bounds
Five rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because the smell in the living-room is atrocious
However, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the rings
affectionate friend, Gobnait

Day Six
Nuala,
What are you trying to do to us? It isn't that we don't your generosity
But the six geese have not nearly murdered the calling birds
But they laid their eggs on top of the head
From the and his bill was 68 in cash!
My mother is munching 60 of Valium a day
And talking to herself in a alarming way
You keep your feelings for me in check

Day
Nuala,
We are not amused by your little
swans-a-swimming is a most romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the bathroom now because they've gone completely
And the door every time we try to enter
If things go on this way, the mother and I will smell as bad as the carpet Please lay off It is not fair

Day
Nuala,
Who the hell do you gave you the right to send eight,
Hefty maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of and home?
cattle are all over the front lawn
And have the hell out of the mother's rose-beds
The invaded the living-room in a sneak attack
And the battle between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and partridge make the
Of the seem like Wanderly Wagon
The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the grains of Valium
I'm very with you

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in this night and day without nine drummers drumming, while the eight flaming maids-a-milking are beating my poor, old alcoholic mother out of her own kitchen and gobbling everything in sight
I'm warning you, you're an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope you'll be haunted by the of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to us last night
They were in their evil work by those maniac drummers
And it wasn't a sight to look out the window
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing around with the ensuing punk-rock
My mother has just her third bottle of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and four grains of Valium
get yours!
Gobnait

Day
You have scandalized my mother, you Jezebel,
It was bad enough to have maids-a-milking dancing to punk music on the front lawn but they've now been joined by your friends the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the antics of the lot of them would leave
The most decadent days of the Roman looking like Outlook
get you yet, you loud bag!

Day
Listen head,
You have ruined our
The twelve maidens dancing turned up last
And beat the living daylights out of the maids-a-milking,
'Cause they found carrying on with the eleven Lords-a-leaping
Meanwhile, the got out of the living-room,
they'd been hiding since the big battle,
And savaged hell out of the and all the Maids
There were eight ambulances here last night, and the local Defence as well
The is in a home for the bewildered
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in birds' droppings, whiskey
And Valium bottles, birds' and feathers,
While the flaming cows eat the off the pear-tree
I'm a man.