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 the hang of feeding 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 keeping the indoors 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 again and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves
You really are too
At first the was very jealous
And suspicious of the doves and 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 and the partridge are watching the telly from the pear-tree as I write Yours ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We be foremost in your thoughts
I had only my letter when the three French hens arrived
There was another between the hens and the doves,
Who with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for again
The mother was raging because the was 16 this time
But she has almost cooled
However, the fact that the droppings keep falling down
On her hair whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't matters
Thanking you for kindness
I remain, your

Day
Nuala,
You mustn't have received my last letter when you were sending us the four calling birds There was pandemonium in the 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,
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 living-room is
However, I don't to seem ungrateful for the beautiful rings
affectionate friend, Gobnait

Day Six
Nuala,
What are you 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 on top of the vet's head
From the 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 amused by your 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 completely savage
And rush the door every we try to enter
If things go on way, the mother and I will smell 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 right to eight,
maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of house and home?
Their are all over the front lawn
And have trampled the out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the living-room in a attack
And the battle between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, French hens and make the battle
Of the Somme seem like Wagon
The is on a bottle of whiskey a day, as well as the sixty grains of Valium
I'm very with 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, you're an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope you'll be by the strains of ten pipers piping
you sent to torment us last night
They were aided in their evil work by maniac drummers
And it wasn't a sight to look out the window
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing with the ensuing punk-rock 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 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 by your friends the eleven Lords-a-leaping
And the antics of the whole lot of them leave
The most decadent days of the Empire looking like Outlook
I'll get you yet, you bag!

Day
Listen head,
You ruined our lives
The twelve maidens dancing turned up night
And the living daylights out of the eight 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 hiding since the big battle,
And savaged hell out of the Lords and all the
There 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, empty
And Valium bottles, birds' and feathers,
While the flaming cows eat the leaves off the
I'm a man.