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 rather badly on the
But they're friends now and we're keeping the pear-tree indoors in a bucket
Thank you
Yours affectionately, Gobnait

Day Two
Nuala,
I cannot 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 suspicious of the doves and they had a row the night the doves arrived
We had to send for the vet but the birds are 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 from the pear-tree as I write ever, Gobnait

Day
Nuala,
We must be foremost in thoughts
I had posted my letter when the three French hens arrived
was another sort-out 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 bill was 16 time
But she has almost cooled
However, the fact that the birds' droppings falling down
On her whilen she's watching the telly, doesn't help matters
you for your kindness
I remain, your

Day
Nuala,
You mustn't have received my last letter when you were sending us the 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 your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity 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 want to seem 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 your generosity
But the six geese have not alone murdered the calling 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 keep your feelings for me in check

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 gone completely
And rush the door time 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 do you think gave you the right to send eight,
Hefty maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of and home?
Their cattle are all the front lawn
And trampled the hell out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the living-room in a sneak
And the battle between them and the calling birds,
Turtle doves, hens and partridge 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 very with 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 gobbling everything in
I'm warning you, making an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope be haunted by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you to torment us last night
They were aided in their evil work by those drummers
And it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the
And see eight hefty maids-a-milking pogo-ing with the ensuing punk-rock uproar
My mother has just finished her 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 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 would leave
The most decadent of the Roman Empire looking like Outlook
I'll get you yet, you bag!

Day
Listen head,
You ruined our lives
The twelve maidens turned up last night
And beat the living daylights out of the maids-a-milking,
'Cause they 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 hell out of the and all the Maids
There were ambulances here last night, and the local Civil Defence as well
The mother is in a home for the
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in birds' droppings, empty
And Valium bottles, birds' and feathers,
While the flaming eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.