Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

Day One
Nuala,
Thank you much for your lovely present of a partridge in a pear-tree
We're getting the hang of the partridge now,
it was difficult at first to win its confidence
It bit the mother rather badly on the
But they're good friends now and we're the pear-tree indoors in a bucket
you again
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 lovely present of two doves
You really are too
At first the partridge was very
And suspicious of the doves and they had a terrible row the night the doves
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 was 8 but the mother is over her annoyance now
And the doves and the are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in thoughts
I had only posted my letter when the French hens arrived
There was another 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 cooled down
However, the fact that the 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 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 know you meant no and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity knows no
Five gold rings! When the arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because the smell in the living-room is atrocious
However, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the rings
Your friend, Gobnait

Day Six
Nuala,
What are you trying to do to us? It isn't that we don't appreciate generosity
But the six geese have not alone murdered the calling birds
But they laid their eggs on top of the vet's
From the pear-tree and his 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 for me in check

Day
Nuala,
We are not amused by your little
Seven swans-a-swimming is a most romantic idea but not in the of a private house
We cannot use the now because they've gone completely savage
And rush the door every we try to enter
If things go on this way, the mother and I smell 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 maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of house and
cattle are all over the front lawn
And have the hell out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the in a sneak attack
And the ensuing between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and partridge the battle
Of the Somme seem like Wagon
The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty of Valium
I'm very annoyed you

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in this place night and day without nine drummers drumming, 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 hope you'll be haunted by the strains of ten piping
you sent 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 finished her third of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and twenty grains of Valium
get yours!
Gobnait

Day
You scandalized my mother, you dirty Jezebel,
It was bad enough to 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 most decadent of the Roman Empire looking like Outlook
get you yet, you loud bag!

Day
Listen head,
You have ruined our
The twelve maidens dancing turned up night
And beat the daylights out of the eight maids-a-milking,
'Cause they found them carrying on 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 eight ambulances here last night, and the local Civil as well
The mother is in a home for the
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in droppings, empty whiskey
And Valium bottles, blood and feathers,
the flaming cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.