初级英语听力 lesson 8

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    Philip is a very interesting boy. He is clever but he doesn't like school. He hates studying but he is very keen¹ on learning² new practical skills. In his spare time he often repairs motorbikes. He likes helping³ the neighbours in their vegetable gardens, too.

—How shall I do it, sir?
—Just tidy it up a bit, please.
—Do you want some spray⁴?
—No, nothing at all. Thank you very much.
—Is anybody looking after you?
—No. I'm after a size 40 V-neck pullover in grey.
—The best I can do is a 36.
—Could you order me one?
—I should imagine so, yes. If you leave your address, I'll contact you.
—How much is this greetings telegram to Germany, please?
—I'll just make sure. Anything else?
—Yes. Half a dozen air mail labels and a book of stamps.
—Seventy-five pence⁵ exactly, please.
—I keep feeling dizzy, and I've got a headache.
—How long has this been going on?
—It came on yesterday.
—I should say you're generally run down.
—What ought I to do?
—It's nothing serious, but you'd better stay in bed for a day or two.
—Mrs. Hughes, this is Peter Brown.
—How do you do?
—How do you do?
—How do you find things over here?
—If it wasn't for the climate, I'd like it very much.
—It won't take you long to settle down.
—If you'll excuse me, I really should be off now.
—Not yet surely. Have another drink at least.
—No, thank you all the same.
—Oh dear! What a pity!
—Thank you very much indeed for the delicious meal.
—Thank you for coming.
—I'm afraid I didn't quite hear what you said.
—I said, 'There's no rush. I can take you in the car.'
—Won't it make you late?
—No, I'm going right past your place.
—That radio's terribly loud. Could you turn it down a fraction⁶?
—Sorry! Is it disturbing you?
—Yes, and something else—wouldn't it be an idea to buy your own soap?
—Sorry! I didn't realize you felt so strongly about it.
(Two customers are at the "Happy Hamburger".)
Waiter: Can I take your orders, please?
1st Man: Yes. A Maxi Quarterpounder for me, please. With chips.
Waiter: Anything else, sir?
1st Man: A banana long boat, I think.
Waiter: What would you like to drink with your meal?
1st Man: Can I have a beer?
Waiter: I'm sorry sir, we are not licensed⁷ to sell alcohol⁸.
1st Man: A cold milk then, please.
Waiter: And for you, sir?
2nd Man: I'll have the cheeseburger with a green salad, please.
Waiter: And to follow?
2nd Man: I'll decide later.
Waiter: And to drink?
2nd Man: Cola, please.
—Can I get breakfast in my room?
—Certainly, sir. It's served in your room from 8 until 10.
—How do I order it?
—Just ask for Room Service on the phone, or I can make a note of it if you like, sir.
—Yes, I'd like it at 8.30 tomorrow morning—that's the continental⁹ breakfast.
—Very good, sir.
—I've just spilled some soup on my best dress, and we're leaving first thing the day after tomorrow. How on earth can I get it cleaned?
—If you hand it in for dry cleaning before 9 tomorrow morning, it'll be returned to you the same day. I can get you Room Service and arrange it now if you like, madam.
—Oh, could you really? That would be wonderful.
—I'll be needing an early call tomorrow—can you fix that for me?
—There's an automatic¹⁰ waking device¹¹ in the panel¹² at the head of your bed. You just set it to the time you want.
—I thought you had TV in all your rooms here.
—I'm afraid not, sir, but we can install¹³ one in your room.
—Will that be extra?
—Yes, sir. Our charge for a color TV is four Finnish marks per day.
—Well, I'll have to ask my wife what she thinks.
—Very good, sir, and if you decide to rent one, would you please call Room Service?
—(Sarcastically) Are you free to answer my question at last?
—Yes, of course, madam—as you see, we've been rather busy today.
—So it seems. I tried to find a maid this morning, but there wasn't anyone there.
—When you want Room Service, madam, just lift the phone in your room and ask for Room Service.
—Oh, that's how you do it—and how was I supposed to know?
(Background sound of voices / glasses clinking / ice. Interrupted by doorbell.)
Mrs. Phillips: How nice to see you, Mrs. Adams. Do come in. I'll take your coat. Henry ... Henry ... Mr. and Mrs. Adams are here.
Mrs. Adams: It's very kind of you to invite us. Is it a special occasion¹⁴?
Mr. Phillips: Good evening, Mrs. Adams. Good evening, sir. What would you like to drink?
Mr. Adams: My wife is driving tonight so I'll need something strong.
Mr. Phillips: Follow me. Everyone's in the sitting room.

(Background sounds of subdued¹⁵ merriment, voices, glasses, interrupted by the sound of metal on glass. Pause while noises stop.)
Mr. Phillips: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to tell you the reason for this party. Of course, we're always delighted to see all of you but ... what I want to say is ... Helen has just won a prize. She entered a competition and we're going to Bermuda on a free holiday.

(Background sounds of congratulations. 'Well done, Helen.' 'Congratulations.' 'What a surprise. When are you leaving?')
Mr. Phillips: Now I'd like to ask my wife to tell you about her success. Helen?
Mrs. Phillips: Well, all I can say is: what a surprise! I had no idea I was going to win. I didn't even know I was going to enter the competition. Henry did all the work, didn't you, Henry? He told me how to fill in the form, how to answer the questions and how to write one sentence about Fluorex Toothpaste. The strange thing is ... we've never used it.
James and Patrick were alone in the office.
Patrick: You're not looking very cheerful. What's the matter with you?
James: Oh, nothing special. I'm just a bit fed up.
Patrick: With the job?
James: With everything, with catching¹⁶ the same train every morning, sitting in the same office all day, watching the same television programs ...
Patrick: You need a holiday.
James: It wasn't always like this, you know.
Patrick: How do you mean?
James: Well, our great-great-grandfathers had more fun, didn't they? I mean, they hunted for their food and grew their own vegetables and did things for themselves. We do the same sort of job for years and years. There's no variety in our lives.
Patrick: You need a holiday. That's what's the matter with you.
Imagine you are being interviewed for a job you really want. How would you answer these questions?
1. What was the worst problem you encountered¹⁷ in your present job?
2. How did you handle it?
3. Why do you want to leave your present job?
4. What are you most proud of having done in your present job?
5. Why do you think you are qualified¹⁸ for this job?
6. What sort of boss would you most like to work for?
7. Supposing a member of your staff was frequently away from work, claiming to be ill, what action would you take?
8. If you were working as a part of the team, what unspoken rules of behavior would you observe?
9. How long do you plan to stay in this job?
—What's the postage¹⁹ on these letters to Thailand, please?
—I'll have to check. Do you need anything else?
—Yes. A three pence stamp, please.
—That'll be eighty-five pence in all.
—I wish you wouldn't have your TV so loud.
—Sorry! Were you trying to sleep?
—Yes, and while I think of it—please ask when you borrow the iron.
—I really ought to have known better. Sorry!
—Wendy, I'd like you to meet my brother, Sam.
—How do you do?
—How do you do?
—What do you think of life in England?
—I'm still feeling pretty homesick.
—It's bound²⁰ to be strange at first.
—It's time we were off.
—So soon? Can't you stay a little longer?
—I wish I could, but I'm late already.
—What a shame!
—Thank you for a wonderful meal.
—I'm glad you enjoyed it.
—Sorry, but I didn't quite catch that.
—I said, 'Can I give you a lift?'
—Isn't it out of your way?
—No, it's on my way home.
—I feel shivery²¹ and I've got a pain in my stomach.
—How long have you had it?
—The best part of a week.
—By the sound of it, you've caught a chill²².
—What should I do?
—I'll give you something for it, and come to see you in a couple of days.
Woman: I'd like the continental breakfast, please.
Waiter: Yes, madam. What sort of fruit juice would you like to start with?
Woman: The pineapple juice.
Waiter: Would you prefer honey, marmalade or jam?
Woman: Oh, marmalade, please.
Waiter: And what would you like to drink, madam?
Woman: Coffee, please, black coffee.
Head Waiter: "Deep Sea Restaurant". Head Waiter. Good morning.
Woman: I'd like to reserve a table for five.
Head Waiter: And was that today, madam?
Woman: Of course.
Head Waiter: At what time, madam?
Woman: Oh, about three o'clock, I suppose.
Head Waiter: I'm afraid we only serve lunch until 3 pm, madam.
Woman: Oh well, two o'clock then, and it must be by a window.
Head Waiter: Very good, and what name, please?
Woman: Bellington, Mrs. Martha Bellington.
Head Waiter: Very good, Mrs. Bellington. A table for five at 2 pm today.
Head Waiter: "Deep Sea Restaurant." Good morning.
Man: Do you have a table for two this evening?
Head Waiter: Certainly, sir. At what time was it?
Man: What time does the band start playing?
Head Waiter: At 8 pm, sir.
Man: Right. Make it 7:30 then, and near the dance floor if possible.
Head Waiter: Very good, sir. And what name, please?
Man: Kryzkoviak.
Head Waiter: Could you just repeat that, please?
Man: Kryzkoviak, that's Polish, you know. K-R-Y-Z-K-O-V-I-A-K.
Head Waiter: Yes. Thank you, Mr. Kryzkoviak. We look forward to seeing you.
—What shall we do tonight?
—How about the cinema?
—That's a good idea. We haven't been for ages.
—What would you like to see?
—Oh, I don't know. Spy Story?
—Spy Story? That terrible, old film?
—But it's got James Perevelle in it. I'm still trying to write a story about him, you know.
—But I've seen it before.
—Never mind. Perhaps you'll like it better the second time.
(In the cinema)
—(You look so beautiful in that dress. Why do you have to die?)
—Would you like an ice cream?
—Shhhh. No, thank you.
—(Let's run away together and forget about the whole world.)
—What about some chocolates?
—Shut up! I'm watching the film.
—Well, I'm gonna get myself some chocolates.
—(Just you and me and nobody else.)
(After the film)
—That was really wonderful.
—Wonderful? Don't be silly.
—He's a fantastic actor.
—Do you feel alright?
—Of course, I do.
—I just wondered. You don't usually like rubbish films like that.
—It wasn't rubbish at all. Some of the films you like are really terrible, though.
    The spaceship flew around the new planet²³ several times. The planet was blue and green. They couldn't see the surface of the planet because there were too many white clouds. The spaceship descended²⁴ slowly through the clouds and landed in the middle of a green forest. The two astronauts put on their space suits, opened the door, climbed carefully down the ladder, and stepped onto the planet.
    The woman looked at a small control unit on her arm. 'It's all right,' she said to the man. 'We can breathe the air ... it's a mixture of oxygen and nitrogen²⁵.' Both of them took off their helmets and breathed deeply.
    They looked at everything carefully. All the plants and animals looked new and strange. They could not find any intelligent life.
    After several hours, they returned to their spaceship. Everything looked normal. The man switched on the controls, but nothing happened. 'Something's wrong,' he said. 'I don't understand ... the engines aren't working.' He switched on the computer, but that didn't work either. 'Eve,' he said, 'we're stuck here ... we can't take off!'
    'Don't worry, Adam,' she replied. 'They'll rescue us soon.'
    There were angry scenes yesterday outside No. 10 Downing Street as London school teachers protested²⁶ about their salaries and conditions. London teachers are now in the second week of their strike for better pay. Tim Burston, BBC correspondent²⁷ for education was there.

—Cigarette?
—No, thanks. Not before lunch.
—Please have one. It's a new brand.
—I honestly don't feel like one at the moment, thanks.
—I believe you take in foreign students.
—Yes, if you don't mind sharing.
—How much is it?
—Nine pounds per week including heating²⁸.
—Do you think I could have a look at it, please?
—We're having it decorated at the moment. Will Friday do?
—I wonder whether the dentist could fit me in early tomorrow.
—I'm afraid there's nothing before midday.
—How about 12:45?
—Sorry, but that's taken, too.
—I was wondering whether you needed any part-timers.
—What were you thinking of?
—A hotel job of some sort.
—Have you ever done anything similar?
—Not so far, no.
—There's nothing at present, but look back in a week.
—How do you want it, sir?
—Just a trim²⁹, please.
—Would you like it washed?
—No, thank you. Just leave it as it is.
—Are you being served?
—No. What have you got in the way of brown suede³⁰ jackets, size forty-two?
—Sorry, but we're sold right out.
—Are you likely to be getting any more in?
—I should think so, yes. If you leave your phone number, I'll ring you.
—Eastbourne 54655.
—Hello. John here. Can I speak to Mary, please?
—Hold the line, please.
—OK.
—Sorry, but she's out.
—Would you tell her I rang?
—I'd be glad to.
—4864459.
—Hello. David Black speaking. May I have a word with June?
—I'll just see if she's in.
—Right you are.
—I'm afraid she's not here.
—Could you take a message?
—Yes, of course.
(Elina Malinen was in fact invited for an interview at the "Bon Appetit Restaurant". Here is part of the interview.)
Johnson: Good evening, Miss Malinen. Won't you sit down?
Elina: Good evening. Thank you.
Johnson: Now, I notice you left the Hotel Scandinavia in l980. What are you now doing in England?
Elina: I'm spending a few months brushing up my English and getting to know the country better.
Johnson: And you want to work in England too. Why?
Elina: I'm keen on getting some experience abroad, and I like England and English people.
Johnson: Good. Now, I see from the information you sent me that you've worked in your last employment³¹ for nearly four years. Was that a large restaurant?
Elina: Medium-size for Finland, about forty tables.
Johnson: I see. Well, you'd find it rather different here. Ours is much smaller, we have only ten tables.
Elina: That must be very cosy³².
Johnson: We try to create a warm, intimate³³ atmosphere. Now, as to the job, you would be expected to look after five tables normally³⁴, though we get in extra staff for peak periods.
Elina: I see.
Johnson: I'm the Restaurant Manager and Head Waiter, so you'd be working directly under me. You'd be responsible for bringing in the dishes from the kitchen, serving the drinks, and if necessary looking after the bills. So you'd be kept pretty busy.
Elina: I'm used to that. In my last position we were busy most of the time, especially in summer.
Johnson: Good. Now, is there anything you'd like to ask about the job?
Elina: Well, the usual question—what sort of salary were you thinking of paying?
Johnson: We pay our waiters forty pounds a week, and you would get your evening meal free.
Elina: I see.
Johnson: Now, you may have wondered why I asked you here so late in the day. The fact is, I would like to see you in action, so to speak. Would you be willing to act as a waitress here this evening for half-an-hour or so? Our first customer will be coming in, let me see, in about ten minutes' time.
Elina: Well, I'm free this evening otherwise.
Johnson: Good. And in return perhaps you will have dinner with us? Now, let me show you the kitchen first. This way, please ...
Tom: Well, what's the forecast? Are we going to have more snow? And ... is your mother awake?
Helen: Hang on, Dad. The first answer is 'yes' and the second is 'no'. Let's have a cup of tea.
Tom: That's a good idea. ... Where's Jean? Where's your mother? Jean, how about some breakfast?
Helen: Shh. Mother's still asleep, as I've told you.
Tom: And what about the twins? Where are Peter and Paul?
Helen: They were sick all night. That's why Mum is so tired today. And ... they're having a birthday party tomorrow. Remember?
Tom: Another birthday? Helen, look at the clock. It's 8:45. Let's go. We're going to be late.
—Me, officer? You're joking!
—Come off it, Mulligan. For a start, you spent three days watching the house. You shouldn't have done that, you know. The neighbors got suspicious³⁵ and phoned the police ...
—But I was only looking, officer.
—... and on the day of the robbery³⁶, you really shouldn't have used your own car. We got your number. And if you'd worn a mask, you wouldn't have been recognized.
—I didn't go inside!
—Ah, there's another thing. You should've worn gloves, Mulligan. If you had, you wouldn't have left your fingerprints³⁷ all over the house. We found your fingerprints on the jewels, too.
—You mean ... you've found the jewels?
—Oh yes. Where you ... er ... 'hid' them. Under your mattress³⁸.
—My God! You know everything! I'll tell you something, officer—you shouldn't have joined the police force. If you'd taken up burglary, you'd have made a fortune!
    Why do people play football? It's a stupid game, and dangerous too. Twenty-two men fight for two hours to kick a ball into a net. They get more black eyes than goals. On dry, hard pitches they break their bones. On muddy ones they sprain³⁹ their muscles. Footballers must be mad. And why do people watch football? They must be mad too. They certainly shout and scream like madmen. In fact I'm afraid to go out when there's a football match. The crowds are so dangerous. I'd rather stay at home and watch TV. But what happens when I switch on? They're showing a football match. So I turn on the radio. What do I hear? 'The latest football scores.' And what do I see when I open a newspaper? Photos of footballers, interviews with footballers, reports of football matches. Footballers are the heroes of the twentieth century. They're rich and famous. Why? Because they can kick a ball around. How stupid! Everyone seems to be mad about football, but I'm not. Down with football, I say.

Mrs. Brink⁴⁰: Come in. Oh, it's you again, Tom. What have you done this time?
Tom: I've cut my finger and it's bleeding a lot.
Mrs. Brink: Let me see, Tom ... Hmmm, that is a bad cut. I can clean it and put a plaster⁴¹ on it, but you'll have to see the doctor.