跟讀練習: Do not answer if you hear your name in a cemetery. - 通過影片學習英語口語

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The Panteon de Belen That night was like any other on a legends tour through the Panteon de Belen, but something was about to change.

One of the visitors disappeared.

We couldn't find him even after searching the entire cemetery.

When we finally did, something was wrong with him.

He was genuinely shaken.

He said he had separated from the group because he heard a familiar voice calling to him from a grave.

My dear community, what a pleasure to be with you again.

I missed you very much.

And before we get into all of tonight's stories, I just want to say that if anyone listening is going through a hard time right now,

feeling sad, discouraged, or without hope that things will get better, You are not alone.

It isn't bad luck, remember.

It isn't that all the bad things in the world are happening specifically to you.

Hard stretches come to an end, and remember that everything happens for a reason. So keep going.

We're all in this together.

I hope these next few minutes help you forget everything else for a little while, because you are already stepping into the following tales of the night.

Good evening, everyone.

First of all, I should clarify that this didn't happen to me personally, but I witnessed all of it, because for a time I worked as a guide on the nighttime tours of the Panteón de Belén in Guadalajara.

I suppose many of you already know it.

It's a very old place, full of history and legends.

Some people go because they're genuinely interested in the history of the cemetery, and others go hoping to be frightened.

After so many tours, you learn to tell the difference between someone who really saw something, which almost never happens, and someone whose fear made them imagine it.

And sometimes that second thing is actually what we're trying to create. That fear. That suggestion.

But honestly, for a long time I was pretty skeptical.

Not about ghosts in general, but about the things people claimed specifically happened in that cemetery.

Most of what could be considered strange had a rational explanation, one we would hide so people would get swept up in the atmosphere.

The night I'm going to tell you about was different.

It was a small tour, around ten people.

Before we started, we always gathered for a few minutes at the entrance while everyone arrived.

That's where I met a couple I liked right away.

He was about 26 or 27, very tall and lean, the kind of person who looks like a basketball player.

She was named Carla.

She was from San Diego, and she told me she crossed into Mexico fairly often, but had never seen Guadalajara.

He, on the other hand, had been born in Zapopan.

The curious thing was that he barely knew the city at all.

When he was two years old, his father had taken him to live with him in Philadelphia, and he hadn't been back since.

While we were waiting for the tour to begin, we chatted for a bit.

He told me his father had always talked to him about the Panteón de Belén, had been telling him stories about the place since he was a child.

And so now that he had finally come to Guadalajara, this was the first place he wanted to see, before anywhere else.

They both loved legends and always took tours like this when they traveled.

He was genuinely excited to finally be there, in a place his father had talked about for so long.

I remember that conversation clearly because his excitement was real.

He was truly interested in the history of the place.

We started the tour and everything went normally, completely routine.

We moved through the passageways, stopping to tell some of the cemetery's best-known stories.

It wasn't until we reached one of the more distant sections that someone raised a hand.

Excuse me.

It was Karla.

She was looking around with a confused expression.

I can't find my boyfriend.

I assumed he had simply fallen behind to take photos or record a video, which was pretty common.

I asked the group to stay where they were while another guide and I retraced our steps to look for him.

We called out to him several times.

Nothing.

We started going through the passageways one by one.

Nothing.

I was beginning to worry when, luckily, my colleague shouted that he had found him.

He was sitting on top of a grave, hands resting on his legs, staring straight ahead at nothing.

He didn't even turn when we started talking to him.

We approached thinking he might have felt ill.

His eyes were completely open, but he didn't seem to be seeing anything.

Carla crouched down in front of him and took his hands.

After a few seconds he blinked, as if waking from a very deep sleep.

The first thing he said was, Where is my mother?

We looked at each other.

I thought maybe she had come along with them, but Carla looked even more confused than we were.

He kept staring out at the passageways, at the graves, and said that she had called him by name.

He said he thought he was going to see her.

I remember Carla went completely pale.

She apologized to us, and then said quietly that he had never known her.

That she had been told his mother died when he was eight years old.

but he had never been sure if that was true.

We didn't say anything after that.

He seemed completely convinced he had heard her, said it with the same certainty you would have if you had just heard the voice of someone you know well.

Because he seemed so disoriented, we decided to end the tour early for them.

Carla thanked us and walked him out with her arm around him, almost carrying him to the exit.

Honestly, I thought the whole thing had been a combination of emotions.

The place, the childhood memories, the exhaustion of travel.

I kept thinking about them until the next morning.

Since Carla had left a contact number when they registered, I wrote to ask how they were doing.

She didn't respond until several hours later.

She told me they were at the hospital.

That during the early hours of the morning her boyfriend had developed a very sharp pain in his chest.

The doctors told them he had suffered a minor heart attack.

That surprised me enormously, because as I said, he was a very young man.

He looked perfectly healthy.

He was the last person I would have expected news like that about.

I never spoke to them again, and never found out how things turned out for them.

But I do know that from the very next tour onward, I began telling visitors that regardless of the legends, if at any point during the tour they heard someone say their name from among the graves,

they should not respond under any circumstances.

I'm going to tell you something that happened to us about six years ago, just before the pandemic, when my son was barely three years old.

Every February 20th, my family makes a point of going to the cemetery to visit my mother's grave on her birthday.

It's a very large cemetery, the kind with roads running through it so you can drive around.

There are so many sections that if you don't know the way well, it's very easy to get lost.

My little boy was just starting to understand how important those visits were to us.

You could even tell he was excited about it.

He insisted on buying a small bouquet of flowers for his grandmother at the entrance.

It was a small bunch, but he could barely hold it with both arms.

We parked near the grave, and everyone got out of the car.

My wife and I opened the trunk to take out the rest of the flowers.

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It was only a few seconds, maybe a minute.

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When we walked toward the grave, the boy was no longer with us, but we didn't have time to get scared because right away we spotted him further ahead.

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He was standing about 20 or 30 meters away in front of a different grave, holding his little bouquet with both hands, completely still.

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At first I thought he had simply taken a wrong turn, and thought that was his grandmother's I went to him and asked what he was doing.

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He pointed to the grave, which had a photograph of a smiling woman on it.

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It's for her.

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I explained that we had the wrong grave

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that his grandma was a little further back

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but he looked at me as if i were the one who didn't understand

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she asked me for flowers he said it with complete matter-of-fact naturalness

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my wife let out a nervous little laugh we thought it

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was one of those things small children come out with i picked him up

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and we went over to my mother's grave before we left i looked back at

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that other grave to look for the name i suppose i'm not entirely sure why maybe just curiosity

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i read the woman's name then the dates she had died on the same day my son was born

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in that moment i swear i wanted to believe it was all coincidence and nothing more Just a strange detail to tell.

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But every time we went back to the cemetery, even before getting out of the car, my son would start scanning that section through the trees.

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If he caught sight of it, he would raise his hand.

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Like a wave.

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He never talked about it anywhere outside the cemetery.

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Only looked for her when we went in.

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We kept going like that for several visits throughout that year.

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Every important date.

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until one time he looked over that way, smiled, and shook his head slowly.

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Since then we prefer to leave him with his grandparents on my wife's side when we go to the cemetery.

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This experience happened in Costa Rica in 2018 and it happened to my family.

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The events were told to me by my mother and are complemented by what I myself lived through during those months.

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Hello, Uriel.

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I'm Fer.

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Greetings to you and to the whole Tales of the Night community.

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I've been listening since 2021, but it's taken me until now to find the courage to share this experience.

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Even though I lived it too, the true protagonist is my mother.

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It happened in 2018, when I was ten years old.

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My mother had been working at a family customs company for eight years.

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There was a woman there named Carmen.

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Among the employees, people always said the same thing about her family, that they practiced witchcraft among themselves and also used it on other people.

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No one ever knew whether it was just gossip or whether someone had actually witnessed something, but it was a comment that came up constantly.

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My mother has always been very sociable, and over time she became close to that family.

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They would invite us to their gatherings and we would invite them to ours.

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Even though she had heard the rumors, she never paid them much attention.

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She said she didn't believe in those things, but she also didn't like to make fun of them.

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She preferred to stay out of it.

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The moment that changed everything was my first communion.

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That day, Carmen gave me a photo album and a cloth doll shaped like a little angel that even prayed.

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I loved it.

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I put the album in a cabinet and left the doll on my dresser, never imagining that gift would be the beginning of something terrible.

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Shortly after that, my mother began to feel very unwell.

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She said her teeth felt loose, and there was a constant pain in her stomach, as if something were twisting inside her.

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She went to the doctor several times.

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They ran tests and checked her teeth.

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Everything looked normal.

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On top of that, money started to run short, even though she had a good job and my father was paying child support for my brother and me.

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The money simply stopped being enough.

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Then other symptoms appeared.

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She had difficulty breathing on the bus on the way to work, and on several occasions, she felt a very strong impulse to throw herself out while the vehicle was in motion.

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She stopped sleeping well, and her hair began to fall out.

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The doctors thought it was anxiety or stress, gave her treatment, and nothing improved.

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Meanwhile I started changing too.

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I had an inexplicable terror of the second floor of the house where my mother, my brother and I slept.

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I started waking up crying at night, sleepwalking all through the house, and one time I tried to open a window and throw myself out.

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My mother and brother managed to stop me, since they no longer knew what I might do in my sleep.

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They removed the keys from the doors and began locking the windows.

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I never remembered anything.

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I would just wake up with bruises from having bumped into walls or fallen out of bed.

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Eventually, the dark circles under my eyes and the bruises made people at school suspect I was being abused.

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They had me evaluated by a psychologist before confirming that I had never been hurt at home.

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At the same time, footsteps began to be heard on the staircase in the early hours of the morning.

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Our metal staircase sometimes creaked with changes in temperature, so at first we thought that was all it was, but this sounded different.

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You could clearly hear someone going up and down the steps for much of the night.

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That was when my mother decided to speak to a co-worker who knew a Chilean woman with a reputation for clairvoyance.

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Everyone called her simply the Chile Mom.

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About a week passed.

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One day, while they were at work, that co-worker came in very agitated and asked my mother, Is your food in the refrigerator?

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She said yes.

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Don't eat it.

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Throw it out.

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She didn't understand what was happening, and then he told her.

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The chili mom says Carmen has been putting dead men's bones in your food, and in something else the two of you share.

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My mother went cold.

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No one outside of the two of them knew they shared a tube of toothpaste they kept in the work bathroom.

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The co-worker continued.

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When you get home, call me.

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She needs to speak with you.

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That night they made the call.

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The woman greeted them very calmly and asked them to say a prayer.

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Then she went silent for several minutes.

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Finally she said, I am in your house now.

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My mother expected something extraordinary to happen.

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Nothing did.

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She could only hear the woman breathing on the other end of the line.

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A few minutes later she spoke again.

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Someone is working witchcraft on you.

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What is in your house entered because you accepted a gift that woman gave your daughter.

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My mother immediately thought of the doll in the album.

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And before she could say a word, the woman added, Also get rid of a red ornament you have on the little table where you keep the figurines of the angels.

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My mother had never described our house to her, let alone that decoration.

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But what impressed her most came next.

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The woman told her that my brother was not in danger, but that whatever it was was after my mother and after me.

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According to her, entities of that kind found it easier to reach children.

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And suddenly everything made sense to my mother.

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My sleepwalking, the footsteps on the stairs, the impulses to throw herself from the bus,

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her physical deterioration, the fact that no doctor had found any explanation.

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The Chile mom instructed us to bathe with coarse salt during the full moon, to bring a priest to bless the house, to throw away everything Carmen had ever given us,

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and to place St. Benedict medals in the four corners of the house.

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We also went to the basilica for holy water and blessed the entire home.

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After that, everything stopped.

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My mother recovered her health, slept again, and the money stopped disappearing.

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I never sleepwalked again, never woke up crying.

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A few months later, my mother was let go from that job and found another where she still works to this day.

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The full story was told to me when I turned 16. That was

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when I understood why my whole family had carried a St. Benedict medal in their wallet since I was a child, and why my mother has never again accepted gifts from people she doesn't trust completely.

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Be very careful with what you accept.

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The last we heard of Carmen was that her mother had died, and that apparently a small dead bird had been found in her trachea.

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Whatever the case, I thank God I never have to cross paths with her again.

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And I am deeply grateful to the Chile mom, whose name we never learned, but without whom I suspect I would not be here telling this story.

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本課的詞彙與口語要點

這節 B2 級別的口語課以影片“Do not answer if you hear your name in a cemetery”為素材。這段影片共有 214 個句子、2913 個單詞可供跟讀。講話部分時長為 17:39。說話人語速自然，每分鐘約 165 個詞，接近日常對話。 85% 的單詞屬於英語最常用的 3,000 詞，其餘的詞建議在練習前先學一下。

影片中的重點詞彙

影片中最難的 15 個單詞，附發音和釋義：

單詞	發音	釋義
passageway 名詞	/ˈpæ.sɪdʒˌweɪ/	通道
doll 名詞	/dɑl/	玩偶, 娃娃
bouquet 名詞	/buːˈkeɪ/	花束
bruise 名詞	/bɹuz/	瘀青
sleepwalking 名詞		夢遊 /夢遊, 夢遊症 /夢遊症
witchcraft 名詞	/ˈwɪt͡ʃkɹæft/	巫術 /巫術, 魔術 /魔術
staircase 名詞	/ˈstɛɹˌkeɪs/	樓梯 /樓梯
impulse 名詞	/ˈɪmpʌls/	衝動 /衝動, 意氣 /意氣
stare 動詞	/stɛɚ/	凝視 /凝視, 瞪眼
visitor 名詞	/ˈvɪzɪtɚ/	訪客 /訪客, 客人
disappear 動詞	/dɪsəˈpɪɹ/	消失
basilica 名詞	/bəˈsɪlɪkə/	巴西利卡, 大聖堂 /大聖堂
clairvoyance 名詞	/klɛɹˈvɔɪəns/	透視 /透視, 千里眼
crouch 動詞	/ˈkɹaʊ̯t͡ʃ/	臥 /臥, 蹲
deterioration 名詞	/dəˌti.ɹi.əˈɹeɪ.ʃən/	惡化

影片中出現的短語動詞

單詞	發音	釋義
go through 動詞		通過 /通過
wake up 動詞	/ˌweɪk ˈʌp/	醒, 醒來 /醒來
come up 動詞		上來 /上來
fall out 動詞		掉出來 /掉出來
find out 動詞		找出, 查明
go up 動詞		上昇 /上升, 上去
take out 動詞		取出
throw away 動詞		棄置 /棄置, 扔

值得反覆跟讀的句子

影片中簡短而完整的句子，可以直接用在日常對話裡：

We're all in this together.
I can't find my boyfriend.
We didn't say anything after that.

影片中的語法

說話人最常用的結構，並附上影片中的原話：

結構	影片中的用法
現在完成進行時 have/has been + -ing — 以前開始、現在仍在繼續的動作	I've been listening · has been putting
被動語態 be + 過去分詞 — 強調發生了什麼，而不是誰做的	could be considered · was named · had been born
定語從句 who / which + 從句 — 補充說明人或事物	someone who really · person who looks · video, which was

需要注意的發音

說話人用了 27 次縮略和弱讀形式，例如 didn't, I'm, don't。請按聽到的簡短形式來說。

“th” 音: toothpaste /ˈtuθpeɪst/, cloth /klɒθ/, grandmother /ˈɡɹæn(d)ˌmʌðɚ/
“sh” 和 “zh” 音: deterioration /dəˌti.ɹi.əˈɹeɪ.ʃən/, sociable /ˈsoʊʃəbəl/, decoration /ˌdɛkəˈɹeɪʃən/, shout /ʃaʊt/, rational /ˈɹæʃ(ə)nəl/
長單詞——注意重音位置: cemetery /ˈsɛm.ɪˌtɛɹ.i/, genuinely /ˈd͡ʒɛn.ju.ɪn.li/, basilica /bəˈsɪlɪkə/, deterioration /dəˌti.ɹi.əˈɹeɪ.ʃən/, disorient /dɪsˈɔːɹi.ənt/

中文母語者容易讀錯的音：

/v/ — 不要讀成 /w/，上齒輕觸下唇: visitor /ˈvɪzɪtɚ/, clairvoyance /klɛɹˈvɔɪəns/, evaluate /ɪˈvaljʊeɪt/
詞尾子音 — 要讀清楚，後面不要加母音: bruise /bɹuz/, footstep /ˈfʊtstɛp/, witchcraft /ˈwɪt͡ʃkɹæft/, staircase /ˈstɛɹˌkeɪs/, impulse /ˈɪmpʌls/
/r/ 和 /l/ 的區別: clairvoyance /klɛɹˈvɔɪəns/, calmly /ˈkɑː(ɹ)m.li/, clarify /ˈklæɹ.ɪ.faɪ/, rational /ˈɹæʃ(ə)nəl/

如何用這段影片練習

先完整聽一遍影片，不要開口，記下不認識的單詞。
先用 0.75 倍速逐句跟讀，熟練之後再回到正常速度。
錄下自己的聲音並與原聲對比，特別注意 passageway, doll, bouquet 這類單詞。

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