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 getting the hang of feeding the now,
Although it was difficult at first to win its
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, Gobnait

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we were to hear from you so soon again and to receive lovely present of two turtle doves
You are too kind
At the partridge was very jealous
And suspicious of the 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 out in a week or two
The vet's was 8 but the mother is over her annoyance now
And the doves and the partridge are the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We be foremost in your thoughts
I had only posted my letter when the three hens arrived
There was another sort-out the hens and the doves,
Who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be for again
The mother was because the bill was 16 this time
But she has almost down
However, the fact the birds' droppings keep falling down
On her hair whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help
Thanking you for your
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 night and the bill was 32
The is on sedation as I write
I know you meant no harm and remain your close

Day
Nuala,
generosity knows no bounds
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because the smell in the living-room is
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 your generosity
But the six geese have not alone nearly the calling birds
But they laid their on top of the vet's head
the pear-tree and his bill was 68 in cash!
My mother is munching 60 of Valium a day
And talking to herself in a most way
You must keep your for me in check

Day
Nuala,
We are not amused by your joke
Seven 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 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 do you think gave you the right to send eight,
maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their cattle are all over the front
And have the hell out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the living-room in a sneak
And the battle between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and make the battle
Of the Somme seem like Wanderly
The is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty grains 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 and gobbling everything in sight
I'm you, you're making an enemy of me

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

Day
You scandalized my mother, you dirty Jezebel,
It was bad to have eight 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 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 out of the eight maids-a-milking,
'Cause found them carrying on with the eleven Lords-a-leaping
Meanwhile, the got out of the living-room,
Where been hiding since the big battle,
And savaged hell out of the and all the Maids
There were eight here last night, and the local Civil Defence as well
The mother is in a for the bewildered
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in birds' droppings, whiskey
And Valium bottles, blood and feathers,
the flaming cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.