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

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 really are too
At the partridge was very jealous
And of the doves and they had a terrible row the night the doves arrived
We had to for the vet but the birds are okay again
And the stitches are due to out in a week or two
The vet's bill was 8 but the mother is over her now
And the doves and the partridge are the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be in your thoughts
I had only my letter when the three French 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 raging because the bill was 16 time
But she has almost down
However, the fact that the birds' droppings falling down
On her hair whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help
Thanking you for kindness
I remain, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
You mustn't have my last letter when 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 you meant no harm and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
generosity knows no bounds
Five gold rings! 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 isn't 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 vet's
the pear-tree and his bill was 68 in cash!
My mother is munching 60 of Valium a day
And talking to in a most alarming way
You must keep your feelings for me in

Day
Nuala,
We are not by your little joke
Seven swans-a-swimming is a romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the bathroom now because they've gone completely
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 think gave you the to send eight,
maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their cattle are all over the lawn
And have trampled the hell out of the mother's
The swans invaded the in a sneak attack
And the ensuing battle them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and make the battle
Of the Somme seem like Wagon
The mother is on a bottle of a day, as well as the sixty grains of Valium
I'm annoyed with you

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in 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 making an of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope 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 sight to look out the window
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing around the ensuing punk-rock uproar
My mother has finished her third bottle of whiskey,
On top of a and twenty four grains of Valium
get yours!
Gobnait

Day
You have my mother, you dirty Jezebel,
It was bad enough 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
And the antics of the whole lot of them would
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,
they found them carrying on with 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 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,
the flaming cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.