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 the hang of feeding the partridge now,
Although it was difficult at first to win its
It bit the mother badly on the hand
But they're good friends now and we're keeping the pear-tree indoors in a
you again
Yours affectionately, Gobnait

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

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in your
I had only posted my when the three French hens arrived
There was another between the hens and the doves,
Who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be for again
The mother was raging because the bill was 16 this
But she has almost cooled
However, the fact that the birds' droppings keep down
On her hair whilen she's watching the telly, help matters
Thanking you for your
I remain, your

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 mother is on sedation as I
I know you meant no and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity knows no
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff it might be more birds, because the smell in the living-room is atrocious
However, I don't want to ungrateful for the beautiful rings
Your 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 nearly murdered the birds
But they laid their eggs on top of the head
the pear-tree and his bill was 68 in cash!
My mother is munching 60 of Valium a day
And to herself in a most alarming way
You must keep feelings for me in check

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 cannot use the bathroom now 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 smell as bad as the 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 cattle are all over the front
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,
doves, French hens and partridge make the battle
Of the Somme seem Wanderly Wagon
The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty of Valium
I'm very with you

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in this place night and day 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
you sent to torment 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 maids-a-milking pogo-ing around with the ensuing punk-rock uproar
My mother has just her third bottle of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and twenty four grains of
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 but they've now been joined by your friends the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the antics of the whole lot of them would
The decadent days of the Roman Empire looking like Outlook
get you yet, you loud bag!

Day
slurry head,
You have ruined our
The maidens dancing turned up last night
And beat the living daylights out of the maids-a-milking,
'Cause they found them carrying on with the eleven
Meanwhile, the got out of the living-room,
they'd been hiding since the big battle,
And savaged out of the Lords and all the Maids
There were eight ambulances here last night, and the 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 Valium bottles, birds' and feathers,
While the flaming cows eat the leaves off the
I'm a man.