Luyện nghe bài hát It's Christmas Day

Day One
Nuala,
Thank you very much for your lovely present of a in a pear-tree
getting the hang of feeding the partridge now,
Although it was at first to win its confidence
It bit the mother badly on the hand
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 tell you how surprised we to hear from you so soon again and to receive your lovely present of two turtle doves
You really are too
At first the partridge was 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 stitches are due to some out in a or two
The bill 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 in your thoughts
I had only posted my letter the three French hens arrived
was another sort-out between the hens and the doves,
Who sided with the partridge, and the vet had to be sent for
The mother was raging because the bill was 16 time
But she has cooled down
However, the fact that the birds' droppings falling down
On her hair whilen she's the telly, doesn't help matters
Thanking you for your
I remain, Gobnait

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 mother is on as I write
I know you no harm and remain your close friend

Day
Nuala,
Your generosity no bounds
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared that 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 friend, Gobnait

Day Six
Nuala,
What are you trying to do to us? It that we don't appreciate your generosity
But the six geese have not alone nearly murdered the calling
But they their eggs on top of the vet's head
From the and his bill was 68 in cash!
My mother is 60 grains of Valium a day
And talking to herself in a alarming way
You must keep your feelings for me in

Day
Nuala,
We are not amused by little 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 every time we try to enter
If things go on this way, the mother and I will 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 to send eight,
Hefty maids-a-milking here, to eat us out of and home?
cattle are all over the front lawn
And have the hell out of the mother's rose-beds
The swans invaded the living-room in a sneak
And the ensuing battle between them and the birds,
doves, French hens and partridge make the battle
Of the Somme seem like Wanderly
The is on a bottle of whiskey 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 gobbling in sight
I'm warning you, you're an enemy of me

Day Ten
manure-face,
I hope be haunted by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to torment us night
They were in their evil work by those maniac drummers
And it wasn't a pleasant sight to look out the
And see eight hefty pogo-ing around with the ensuing punk-rock uproar
My mother has just finished her bottle of whiskey,
On top of a and twenty four grains 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 friends the Lords-a-leaping
And the of the whole lot of them would leave
The most decadent days of the Roman Empire looking like
get you yet, you loud bag!

Day
slurry head,
You have ruined our
The twelve dancing 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,
Where been hiding since the big battle,
And savaged hell out of the and all the Maids
There were eight ambulances here last night, and the local Civil Defence as
The is in a home for the bewildered
And I'm sitting here, up to my neck in birds' droppings, whiskey
And Valium bottles, birds' and feathers,
While the cows eat the leaves off the pear-tree
I'm a man.