Do you have a READING HABIT? If you do, why don't you READ SOMETHING for our club members' LISTENING PLEASURE? It can be an interesting NEWS taken from a Newspaper, a SHORT STORY that you read recently or ANYTHING that you feel worth sharing. It will help you with your READING SKILL and PRONUNCIATION. The club members, meanwhile, can sharpen their LISTENING SKILL. This activity will definitely help both the SPEAKERS and LISTENERS with their English. This is a GOOD OPPORTUNITY that I don't want you to miss. Happy Speaking and Listening
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                                                                                               HERE IS WHAT YOU DO:
                       1. GET READY your READING MATERIAL.
                       2. GO to CHIRBIT voice "RECORDING and SHARING" site.
                       3. RECORD reading your piece and SUBMIT it. 
                       4. [Or, you can UPLOAD a pre-recorded sound file from your computer!]
                       5. COPY the EMBEDDING CODE (HTML code) and COME TO THIS PAGE
                       6. CLICK the "MEDIA" button (the third one) on the TOOLBAR of your COMMENT BOX.
                       7. PASTE your EMBEDDING CODE and PRESS the button "Ok". That's it! 

                                                  Let me get the ball rolling. Here's my MAIDEN VOICE RECORDING.

 
                                                                
                                                                                         Check this out on Chirbit

Note: I humbly request all the PARTICIPANTS and LISTENERS to COMMENT and CORRECT after listening to one's audio recording. It would be impossible for me to do that all by myself. Sometimes I may not be even around. Thus, I need your help to keep this page active. THIS IS OUR GROUP. Thank you! 

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  • To my nephew. Please, my dear son, get well soon.

    https://chirb.it/4J5qwL

    IF. By Rudyard Kipling.

    If you can keep your head when all about you   
        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
        But make allowance for their doubting too;   
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
        Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
        And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
     
    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
        And treat those two impostors just the same;   
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
        Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
        And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
     
    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
        And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
        And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
        To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
        Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
     
    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
        Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
        If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
        With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
        And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
     

     

    • Bossona/Shaheen

      Dear friends, thanks so much for your kind wishes and nice words. 

       

    • awesome! I really enjoy listening your voice, you pronounce english so easy and soft,  i hope you will post more ,, and, I join Shaheen with wishes your nephew get well soon

    • Well done, O.M. It feels pretty good to hear from after long interval. 

      Well, I don't know what happend to your nephew. Hope, he'll be up and around soon.

  • Poetry-8

     

    The Road Not Taken 

                               BY ROBERT FROST
     
     
    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;
     
    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,
     
    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.
     
    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.
     
    The Road Not Taken - edited Audacity mp3.mp3
    • I like your voice tone, you did it great, really! Thnaks a lot, waiting for more..

    • Good choice of poetry, Shaheen. Pretty challenging. I'd not dare to read such a difficult passage. 

  • Poetry-7

    Hi guys! Here is my one more recording.

    W.H. Auden is the one of my favourite poets. I like this war-poet's poetry very much.The choice of "O What is that Sound" is really favourite one of mine. I hope, , you're gonna like it too.  

     

    O What Is That Sound

                                                      W. H. Auden

    O what is that sound which so thrills the ear
    Down in the valley drumming, drumming?
    Only the scarlet soldiers, dear,
    The soldiers coming.

    O what is that light I see flashing so clear
    Over the distance brightly, brightly?
    Only the sun on their weapons, dear,
    As they step lightly.

    O what are they doing with all that gear,
    What are they doing this morning, morning?
    Only their usual manoeuvres, dear,
    Or perhaps a warning.

    O why have they left the road down there,
    Why are they suddenly wheeling, wheeling?
    Perhaps a change in their orders, dear,
    Why are you kneeling?

    O haven't they stopped for the doctor's care,
    Haven't they reined their horses, horses?
    Why, they are none of them wounded, dear,
    None of these forces.

    O is it the parson they want, with white hair,
    Is it the parson, is it, is it?
    No, they are passing his gateway, dear,
    Without a visit.

    O it must be the farmer that lives so near.
    It must be the farmer so cunning, so cunning?
    They have passed the farmyard already, dear,
    And now they are running.

    O where are you going? Stay with me here!
    Were the vows you swore deceiving, deceiving?
    No, I promised to love you, dear,
    But I must be leaving.

    O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
    O it's the gate where they're turning, turning;
    Their boots are heavy on the floor
    And their eyes are burning.

     

    allpoetry.com

    O what is that sound.mp3
    • Nice one. Really. That echo sounds very creative. May I be so bold as to compliment your reciting which flows freely, without any hesitation, fluently... Good job, Shaheen.

    • It's my Pleasure, O.M.

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