Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

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

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we to hear 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 terrible row the night the arrived
We had to for the vet but the birds 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 and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

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

Day
Nuala,
You mustn't have received my last letter you were 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 know you meant no harm and your close friend

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 is atrocious
However, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the beautiful
affectionate friend, Gobnait

Day Six
Nuala,
What are you trying to do to us? It isn't that we appreciate 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 pear-tree and his was 68 in cash!
My mother is 60 grains 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 by your little joke
Seven is a most romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the bathroom now because they've gone savage
And rush the door time we try to enter
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 gave you the right to send eight,
Hefty maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of and home?
Their cattle are all over the lawn
And trampled 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, hens and partridge make the battle
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 very annoyed 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, making an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I you'll be haunted by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to us last night
They were aided in evil work by those maniac drummers
And it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing around with the ensuing uproar
My mother has 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 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 like Outlook
I'll get you yet, you bag!

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