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[00:00.00]impart-inbreeding An improvised alibi [00:03.94]临时做出的辩解 [00:07.89]Tommy Thompson implored the cop to impart mercy. [00:11.01]汤米.汤普森恳求警察发点儿慈悲。 [00:14.13]He knew that the cop's first impulse [00:1
To the piano player she said hoarsely, Can you imagine, Joseph, soup on Christmas Eve? 接着,她转向那位钢琴师,用嘶哑的声音问,在圣诞节前夕喝碗汤,约瑟夫,你能设想这种滋味吗? He pointed to his empty tippin
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Now, the Special English program American Stories. Our story is called The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. A friend of mine in the East asked me to visit old Simon Wheele
Now the VOA Special English program American Stories. Our story is called The Animals Give Themselves from the book Cloud Walker by Joe Montour published by Forum Publishing. Mr. Montour is a native American from the Mohar nation. He has written sto
Now the Special English program American Stories. And our story today is called ''Judge''. It was written by Walter D. Edmonds. Here is Harry Monroe with the final part of our story. When Charlie Hestle died, he left a wife and nine children. They l
Now, a VOA Special English story for the New Year. It is called Bright Hill. Our storyteller is Shep O'Neal. A few days before Christmas, Chantal Yardley visited Jacob Samuels in the old people's home. Do you know they aim to blow it up? said Mr. Sa
Now the Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called The White Circle. It was written by John Bill Coliton. Here's Shep O'Neal to tell you the story. As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I a
(MUSIC) Today's story is called The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It is about something strange that happed long ago in a valley called Sleepy Hollow. It was written by Washington Irving. The story is told by Doug Johnson. (MUSIC) Narrator: The valley kno
Carter Druse was born in Virginia. He loved his parents, his home and the South. But he loved his country too. And in the autumn of 1861, when the United States was divided by a terrible Civil War, Carter Druse, a Southerner, decided to join the Unio
(MUSIC) Our story today is called Rappaccinis Daughter. It was written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. We will tell the story in two parts. Here is Kay Gallant with the first part of our story. (MUSIC) Storyteller: Many years ago, a young man named Giovanni
(MUSIC) Our story is called The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep ONeal with the story. (MUSIC) STORYTELLER: A friend of mine in the East asked me to visit old Simon Wheeler, to ask about my frien
(MUSIC) Our story today is, The Devil and Tom Walker. It was written by Washington Irving. Here is Shep O'Neal with our story. (MUSIC) Storyteller: Before we begin our story, let us go back three hundred years to the late sixteen hundreds. In those y
Captain Benito Cereno hurried aboard his ship. It was ready to sail. A bright sun in a soft breeze promised good weather ahead. The ships anchor was raised and the San Dominick, old but still seaworthy, moved slowly out of the harbor of Valparaiso on
To Autumnby John KeatsSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun, Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run: To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fi
The Golden Boysby Chris RoseEvery August. Every August for twelve years. Every August for twelve years we went to the same small town on holiday. Every August for twelve years we went to the same beach. Every August for twelve years my parents rented
Tom Jankowitz took his coat off and threw it onto the seat in the airport lounge. He sat down and opened up his laptop computer, keeping one eye on the small television which showed the departure times of all the flights from the airport. Tom Jankowi
It wouldn't doby John KayBut, She said, I suppose it wouldn't do For everyone to be the same now, Would it. No, I said, There'd be less Interesting people around, Wouldn't there. Fewer interesting people, She said, But I suppose it wouldn't do For ev