Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

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

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot tell you how surprised we were to hear from you so soon again and to 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 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 partridge are watching the telly the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in thoughts
I had only my letter when the three French hens arrived
There was another sort-out between the and the doves,
Who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for
The mother was raging because the was 16 this time
But she has cooled down
However, the fact that the birds' droppings keep falling
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 mother is on as I write
I know you meant no harm and remain close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your knows no bounds
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 to seem ungrateful for the beautiful rings
Your affectionate friend,

Day Six
Nuala,
are you trying to do to us? It isn't that 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
From the pear-tree and his was 68 in cash!
My mother is munching 60 of Valium 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 but not in the bath of a private house
We cannot use the bathroom now because they've gone savage
And rush the door every time we try to
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 here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their are all over the front lawn
And have trampled the hell out of the rose-beds
The swans invaded the living-room in a attack
And the ensuing between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and partridge make the
Of the Somme seem like Wanderly
The mother is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty grains of
I'm very with you

Day
you looser!
There's enough pandemonium in this place night and day without nine drummers drumming, while the eight flaming 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
you sent to torment us last night
They were aided in their work by those maniac drummers
And it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking around with 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 scandalized my mother, you dirty Jezebel,
It was bad enough to have eight maids-a-milking dancing to punk music on the front lawn but now been joined by your friends the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the of the whole lot of them would leave
The most decadent days of the Roman Empire looking like
I'll get you yet, you bag!

Day
slurry head,
You have our lives
The twelve maidens dancing turned up last
And beat the living out of the eight maids-a-milking,
'Cause they found them carrying on with the eleven
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
were eight ambulances 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 bottles, birds' blood and feathers,
While the cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.