Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

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

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

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in thoughts
I had posted my letter when the three French hens arrived
There was another sort-out between the and the doves,
Who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for
The was raging because the bill was 16 this time
But she has almost cooled
However, the fact that the birds' keep falling down
On her hair whilen 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 were sending us the calling birds There was pandemonium in the pear-tree again last night and the vet's bill was 32
The is on sedation as I write
I know you meant no and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity knows no
Five gold rings! When the 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 beautiful
Your affectionate friend,

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

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

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

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in this place 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 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 strains of ten piping
Which you sent to torment us last
They were aided in their evil work by those maniac
And it a pleasant sight to look out the window
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing around with the ensuing uproar
My has just finished her third bottle of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and twenty four of Valium
get yours!
Gobnait

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

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