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 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 friends now and we're keeping the pear-tree indoors in a bucket
you again
Yours affectionately, Gobnait

Day Two
Nuala,
I tell you how surprised we were to hear from you so soon again and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves
You really are too
At first the was very 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 are okay again
And the are due to some out in a week or two
The bill was 8 but the mother is over her annoyance now
And the doves and the partridge are watching the telly from the as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

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

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

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity no bounds
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 affectionate friend,

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 nearly the calling birds
But they their eggs on top of the vet's head
From the and his bill was 68 in cash!
My is munching 60 grains of Valium a day
And talking to herself in a alarming way
You must your feelings for me in check

Day
Nuala,
We are not amused by your little
Seven is a most romantic idea but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the now because they've gone completely savage
And the door every time we try to enter
If things go on this way, the mother and I will smell as bad as the living-room Please lay off It is not fair

Day
Nuala,
Who the hell do you think gave you the to send eight,
Hefty here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their cattle are all over the front
And have trampled the out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the in a sneak attack
And the ensuing 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 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 kitchen and everything in sight
I'm warning you, making an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope you'll be by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to torment us last
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 around with the ensuing punk-rock uproar
My mother has just finished her third of whiskey,
On top of a hundred and twenty four of Valium
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 lawn but they've now been joined by your the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the antics of the whole lot of them would
The most days of the Roman Empire looking like Outlook
I'll get you yet, you bag!

Day
Listen head,
You have ruined our
The twelve maidens turned up last night
And beat the living daylights out of the maids-a-milking,
'Cause found them carrying on with the eleven Lords-a-leaping
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 local Defence as well
The is in a home for the bewildered
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in droppings, empty whiskey
And bottles, birds' blood and feathers,
While the cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.