Английский язык. Вводно-фонетический курс. Учебное пособие

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Task 5 Link vowels [ u , əʊ, aʊ ] to a following vowel.

Listen, and repeat these sentences which were all overheard at a party.

Think of a little [w] sound linking two words. Mark the links in the last four sentences.

How old is he?

There was some snow and ice everywhere.

We traveled through Africa.

I don‘t know anything about it.

Task 6 Recognise and produce links with all sounds.

Listen to this conversation which contains words ending with each of the consonants practiced in this unit, followed by a vowel, and also of linking with r, j and w. Look for an example of each type of link and mark the link.

A:Anne‘s just phoned. She and Diana are both on their way. Is dinner nearly ready?

Can I help with anything?

B:Yes. Can you get out two eggs from the fridge?

A:Which eggs? The large ones or the small ones?

B:The large eggs. Small eggs are no good.

A:OK. Anything else?

B:Yes. Squeeze another orange, and put the fresh orange juice in a jug, please.

A:Right. What next?

B:There‘s a pie in the oven. Take it out, and slide it under the grill. Then finish laying the table for me. Each person needs a knife and fork, and a cup and saucer. And then, could you scrub these potatoes.

A:Come on, Anne and Diana!

Now practise the conversation, linking the words smoothly.

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Practise your pronunciation and intonation.

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*Piet Hein is probably the most quoted man in Scandinavia. His grooks (in Danish: gruk, a name of his own invention) are short poems, witty and wise and warmly human, often wonderfully many-faceted, revealing new perspectives almost from one word to the next.

Grook-writing is just one dimension of P.Hein‘s creative life. He published longer poems, fiction, and essays; patented several technical inventions; painted pictures; and built mobiles. He used to say: ―The creative process is in formulating the problem. Once that is done in

the right way, the problem is solved.‖ The same idea I expressed in his grooks.

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Mother Goose Rhymes

Do you know Mother Goose? You don‘t really know the English language if you don‘t know Mother Goose.

Who is Mother Goose? What is she? She is merry old lady who recites jolly rhymes and sings songs full of delightful nonsense. Every child in all English-speaking countries knows her thymes by heart. Prominent statesmen, public figures often quote Mother Goose. Famous prose writers and poets allude to Mother Goose in their works.

Who was that old lady with the odd name? Did she really live? Where did she come from? When did she live? Was she a real person or just a legend?

No one knows for sure, but everyone knows and loves her rhymes.

There was a crooked man,

And he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence

Against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat,

Which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together

In a little crooked house.

And here is a humorous version written by Ian Serraillier.

There was a crooked man was once a little lad,

He hadn‘t any mother and he hadn‘t any dad,

He hadn‘t any home or a family tree.

Where did he come from? Don‘t ask me.

This little crooked lad grew up to be a man (One leg stopped where the other one began).

He hobbled with a stick for a whole crooked mile And found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He ran to the shop then – a-tinkle went the bell.

―Good morning to you, missus, and what do you sell?‖ ―I‘ve candy and a barrow and a black silk hat.‖

―None of those, thank you, I‘ll buy a crooked cat‖.

He bought a crooked cat and it caught a crooked mouse Pitter-patter down the gutter of an old farmhouse.

―Be friends with me, mousie, there‘s no harm meant, For we‘re all of us crooked here, but me, and I‘m bent.‖

They jogged alone together but they couldn‘t keep in step. ―Right turn!‖ said the crooked man – they turned to the left. But he brought them at last to a little crooked house,

And he lived there for ever with the pussy and the mouse.

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THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog that worried the cat that killed the rat

That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.