Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

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

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we were to hear from you so soon again and to receive your present of two turtle doves
You are too kind
At first the partridge was jealous
And suspicious of the doves and had a terrible row the night the doves arrived
We had to send for the vet but the are okay 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 the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in your
I had only posted my letter the three French hens arrived
was another sort-out between the hens 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 down
However, the fact that the birds' keep falling down
On her whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help matters
you for your kindness
I remain, Gobnait

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

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity 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 to seem ungrateful for the beautiful rings
affectionate friend, Gobnait

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

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

Day
Nuala,
Who the hell do you think you the right to send eight,
Hefty here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their are all over the front lawn
And have trampled the hell out of the mother's
The swans invaded the in a sneak attack
And the battle between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and partridge make the
Of the Somme seem like Wanderly
The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the grains of Valium
I'm annoyed with you

Day
you looser!
There's enough 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 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 to torment us last night
They were aided in their evil work by those drummers
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 mother has just her third bottle of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and twenty four of Valium
get yours!
Gobnait

Day
You have scandalized my mother, you Jezebel,
It was bad enough to have eight maids-a-milking dancing to punk music on the front lawn but they've now 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
get you yet, you loud bag!

Day
slurry head,
You have ruined our
The twelve maidens dancing up last night
And beat the living daylights out of the maids-a-milking,
'Cause they found them on with the eleven Lords-a-leaping
Meanwhile, the got out of the living-room,
Where they'd been hiding the big battle,
And savaged hell out of the and all the Maids
There were ambulances here 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 in birds' droppings, empty whiskey
And bottles, birds' blood and feathers,
While the flaming cows eat the off the pear-tree
I'm a man.