Author: Jeremy Harmer
Published by: Marshall Cavendish
File size: 14.3 + 60.3 MB
File type: PDF, MP3

Just Listening and Speaking - Intermediate
Book+Audio (OCR+128 kbps)

An integrated series of books designed for self study or as part of a classroom-based course.

مكالمات كوتاه آموزشي

مجموعه چهل مكالمه كوتاه آموزشي با لهجه آمريكائي

اين مكالمات براي آموزش سريع دانشجويان و توريستها طراحي شده اند كه بتوانند در بدو ورود به يك كشور انگليسي زبان نيازهاي اوليه خود را برآورده نمايند. نرم افزار حاضر به نحوي طراحي شده است كه كاربر ضمن شنيدن صداي گوينده ها مي تواند متن ديالوگها را نيز مشاهده نمايد.

همراه با شنيدن ، بخوانيد و مهارتهاي شنوائي انگليسي خود را تقويت نمائيد.

براي دريافت حجم 36 مگابايتي اين نرم افزار كافي است ادامه متن را كليك نمائيد.

توجه: لينك دانلود آماده شد. لطفا به ادامه متن تشريف ببريد.

Author: Chris Cleary, Bill Holden and Terry Clooney
Published by: ABAX, 2003
File size: 47 Mb (book) + 75.9 Mb (audio)
Pages: 111
File type: PDF + MP3

Top-Up Listening 3 (Book+Audio CD)
Recognizing situations. Recognizing sounds. Unlocking meaning.
A 3-part series. For lower level ESL/EFL. Used in summer programs and other introductory ESL/EFL courses for international students.

It happened in ancient times that a slave named Androcles escaped from his master and fled into the forest, and he wandered there for a long time until he was weary and well nigh spent with hunger and despair.

Just then he heard a lion near him moaning and groaning and at times roaring terribly.

A certain man had a donkey, which had carried the corn-sacks to the mill loyally for many a long year; but his strength was going, and he was growing more and more unfit for work. Then his master began to wonder if it was worth his while keeping this old donkey much longer.

There was once upon a time a pig who lived with her three children on a large, comfortable, old-fashioned farmyard. The eldest of the little pigs was called Browny, the second Whitey, and the youngest and best looking Blacky. Now Browny was a very dirty little pig, and I am sorry to say spent most of his time rolling and wallowing about in the mud. He was never so happy as on a wet day, when the mud in the farmyard got soft, and thick, and slab.

Chuchundra sat down and cried till the tears rolled off his whiskers. “I am a very poor man,” he sobbed. “I never had spirit enough to run out into the middle of the room. H’sh! I mustn’t tell you anything. Can’t you hear, Rikki-tikki?” Rikki-tikki listened. The house was as still as still, but he thought he could just catch the faintest scratch-scratch in the world–a noise as faint as that of a wasp walking on a window-pane–the dry scratch of a snake’s scales on brick-work.

Once upon a time there was a rich farmer woman who had three sons. One day they all three told their mother they wanted to get married. To which their mother replied: ‘Do as you like, but see that you choose good wives; and, to make certain of this, take with you these three balls of wool, and give it to the girls to knit. Whoever knits the best pair of socks will be my favourite daughter-in-law.’