Como pronunciar la Schwa
Silent Letter
Bus or Boss?
Bed or Bad?
TH Inglese? [θ] [ð]
/ð/ mother brother neither they
although other there without
/ θ/ thumb both thirty throw
maths thing thirsty through
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DOUBLE CONSONANTS
1d cat /æ/ happy, married, nappies, rabbit, baggage
2b Up /ʌ/ hurry, rubbish, runner, summer, butterfly
3c fɪsh /ɪ / written, miss, bitten, different, middle
4e Egg /e/ɛ/ letter, better, message, umbrella, tennis
5a clock /ɔ/ɒ/ gossip, offer, sorry, bottle, robber
Vowels Sounds
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DIALOGUE 1. A present for Penelope
PETER:Pass the pepper, will you, please, Percy, old chap?
PERCY: Pepper? You're not proposing to put pepper on Your porridge?
PETER: Shut perey! Why do you always presume that I 'm stupid?
PERcy: Well, stop snappine and explain the purpose of the pepper pot.
PETER: lt's perfectly simple. I want to compare Our pepper pot with the pepper pot
I 've bought as a present for Penelope Popplewell.
PERcy: A practical—but pretty expensive—present!
PETER: Well, she's a super person. I thought lyrhaps. if you happened to be passing
the post Office . . Could you possibly pop the parcel in the post?
PERCY : Am I expected to pay the postage on this pepper pot for Penelope
Popplcwell?
PETER: Percy, you're impossible! I may be poor but I have my pride! Here's £ 1 for the
postage.
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DIALOGUE 2. Brandy in the baby's bottle!
Telephone rings. Brr .brr brr.
BOB:Bob Batterby.
BABs:Oh Bob, this is Babs. I 'm baby-sitting for Betty and my brother Bili. I 'm sorry
to bother you but , . .
Bob:What's the trouble? No problem's too big when Bob's on the job!
BABS:Oh stop being stupid, Bob. lt's baby. I put her on the balcony on a blanket
with a biscuit to bite on and I think a bit of biscuit
She can't breathe.
BOB:Bang her on the back, between the shoulder biadcs.
BABS:l've banged her till she's black and blue.
BOB:Try puttine a bit Of brandy in her bottle.
BABS:Brandy in the baby's bottle! Oh Bob!
BOB:Sorry, Babs. Sounds bad. ['d better bicycle over. Be with you before you can
Say 'bread and butter'.
BARS: Bless you, Bob. 'Bye 'bye. Be quick!
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DIALOGUE 3. Waiting for Tempietons
TESSA :What (ime dict you tell Templetons to get here. Martin?
MARTIN :Any time be:ween 10 and 12.
T :But it's after two! They're terribly late!
M : Why didn•t you contact United Transport as I told you?
T: Peter Thompson said that Templetons were better.
M : Tessa! Peter Thompson's a director Of Templetons. 011! blast ['ve torn
my trousers on the radiator!
T: Oh Martin. do take care! . Hadn't we better telephone?
M : I 've tried. The not connected yet.
T : And the water's stili cut Off, We can't just Wait here all afternoon in an
empty fial with no water and no telephone.
M : How uninviting an ernpty tlai is.
T : And it seems tiny, too, now, doesn't it?
M: I 'm tempted lo take a taxi straight into town and Stay the night in a hotel.
Tessa:How extravagan:! But what a delightful thought!
TH /ð/ DIALOGUE 22. l'd rather be a mother than a father
FATHER:Where are the Others?
MOTHER:They've gone bathlng. Heather and her brother called for them.
FATHER:Heather Feather?
MOTHER: No, the other Heather—Heather Mather. I told them tostay together, and
not to go further than Northern Cove.
F: Why didn't you go with the:n?
M : l'd rather get on with the ironing without them.
F : In this weather? There's a southerly breeze. One can hardly breathe
indoors.
M : Go and have a bathe, then.
F : Another bathe? I can't be bothered. ('Il go with you, though.
M : But all these clothes...who'd be a mother!
F :I 'd rather he a mother than a father! AIl those hungry mouths!
/θ/ TH
DIALOGUE 21. My birthday's on Thursday
RUTH: lt's my birthday on Thursday. My Sixth birthday.
ARTHUR : My seventh birthday's On the 13th next month, SO I •m—let me think—
333 days older than you, Ruth.
R: Do you always put Your thumb in Your mouth when you'rc doing arith-
metic, Arthur?
A : My tooth's loose, Ruth. See? I like maths. I came fourth out of 33. My
father's a mathematician.
R : My father's an author. He writes for the theatre. We're very wealthy.
When I'm 30 1'Il have a thousand pounds.
A : l'm going to be an Olympic athlete. I may be thin but MrSmith says I 've got
the strength of three. Watch me. l'Il throw this thing the length of the path-
R : Oh Arthur! You've thrown earth all over us both. I 'm filthy! Now they'll
make me have a bath!
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