新编大学英语视听说教程第一册听力原文完整版

Unit One Personal Relationships(1)
Part One Viewing, Understanding, and Speaking
Video Script
Julia: Oh, my God! Hi, guys. How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting for long. How's life? You're OK? Here we go.
Mike: I really do. It seems to work that way.
Julia: Thanks.
Mike: So how are you?
Julia: I'm fine. How are you?
Mike: Good. Good.
Julia: So what were you guys talking about?
Carlos: We were just talking about the ideal roommate.
Julia: Oh.
Jane: Julia, you have three roommates.
Julia: Oh, yeah.
Jane: What do you think makes an ideal roommate?
Julia: Hmm. Well, I want my roommate to be a neat person, as I want everything to be in order. I don't like to see our rooms in a mess.
Mike: You want a neat person. I'd like my roommate to be very thoughtful. This is important because people who live together need to help each other. For example, if I were sick and it was my turn to clean the living room, my roommate would do it for me. And I would not hesitate to ask him to do a favor for me. In fact, I'm lucky. I've a roommate like that right now.
Carlos: So you mean you like a helpful roommate, and he can always give you a hand when you are in trouble. If you ask me, I would like someone who is interesting.
Jane: You mean who shares your interests?
Carlos: Not only that. I mean he is really intelligent and interested in learning new things. He has different experiences from me and can share ideas with me. This roommate and I, we would immediately tell each other everything, and in this way become closer. It's a natural closeness, not something we have to work on. So just give me somebody really intelligent, and we can work together. Julia: So you are actually looking for a friend, not a roommate. A roommate doesn't have to be your best friend. If you have such high expectations of him, you might be disappointed. A roommate is different from a friend. If you want to look for a friend, he
doesn't have to be your roommate.
Jane: So far, no one has mentioned honesty and I think that honesty is really important. Do you all agree with me on this?
Julia: Oh, yeah.
Mike: Yes, I agree with you. You have to live with your roommate for a long time. If you don't trust him, how could you be happy? But if my roommate is honest, then I would want him for my friend. Now, personally, I am unwilling to live with a quiet person. I mean a person who is silent and has nothing interesting to share with me. Such a person would make me feel unhappy.
Julia: Then how about a good sense of humor? Do you think it is important?
Carlos: Yes, I think it's important. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live with someone who sees the humor in everything? You'd have so much fun together, and you'd never be bored.
Mike: I agree with you, but it's impossible for a roommate to be perfect. I would hate for my roommate to want me to be perfect. Won't you? We should never demand too much of our roommates. Or we'll ruin our relationship, and we need to remember that. Julia: OK, let's be realistic and try to appreciate what we have now.
Part Two Listening,Understanding, and Speaking
Listening I
M = man W = woman
M: Hello, 776-2235.
W: Oh, good evening. It's Mrs. Richards here. I'm phoning from Number 65 next door.
M: Yes?
W: Well, I've been trying to sleep since eleven o'clock, but I'm afraid the noise from your house is so loud that it's quite impossible for me to do so.
M: Oh, sorry.
W: Would you mind asking your friends to be a little quieter and turn the music down? I'm sorry but it's absolutely deafening. M: Sorry. Yes, I will.
W: Thank you.
Listening II
One cold evening during the holiday season, a little boy about six or seven was standing out in front of a store window. The little child had no shoes and his clothes were old and torn. A young woman passing by saw the little boy and could read the longing in his pale blue eyes. She took the child by the hand and led him into the store. There she bought him some new shoes and warm clothes. They came back outside into the street and the woman said to the child, "Now you can go home and have a very happy holiday." The little boy looked up at her and asked, "Are you God, ma'am?"
She smiled down at him and replied, "No, son, I'm just one of his children."
The little boy then said, "I knew you had to be a relative of God."
Listening III
"Are you going to 181st Street?" asked an old woman.
The younger woman leaving the supermarket was in a hurry, but she stopped and turned to look. She saw an old lady with a small bag of groceries at her feet. She was breathing hard.
"If you're going toward 181st Street, could you carry my bag for me?"
"I don't have the time for this," the younger woman thought. But when she saw the old woman, who looked very tired, she said, "Of course."
The old woman took hold of the younger woman's arm and they walked together slowly and talked. They were neighbors but they
didn't know each other. The old woman lived alone and the younger woman lived with her family. They talked about the difficulty of living in a big city: the younger woman talked about the cost of food and the problems of raising children, the older about loneliness.
They finally reached the old woman's apartment house. She seemed reluctant to go in. She reached into her purse. "Let me give you
a dollar for your trouble," she said.
"Oh, no. It was no trouble."
"Well, we're neighbors," the old woman said. "We'll see each other again."
"I hope so."
The old woman took her bag and started to go in. Then she turned and said sadly, "But then, perhaps we'll never see each other again."
Unit One Personal Relationships(2)
Part Three More Listening
Practice One
Jane: Laurie, it seems incredible that you've been with Pete for five years.
Laurie: Can you believe it?
Jane: Yes, it's hard to believe. Well, I remember you used to say that you would do anything for him, absolutely anything, now do
you still think so?
Laurie: I remember. People always say things like that when they fall in love, Jane.
Jane: Exactly, but I'm asking you now, after five years, would you do anything for him?
Laurie: No, not anything. Obviously, there are things I wouldn't do, just the other night, I said "forget it". But what do you have in mind? Give me an example.
Jane: OK, right, now let's think. Now, if um... OK, say he was wanted by the police, would you lie to protect him?
Laurie: Ooh, it'd depend on the crime I think. If it was a traffic ticket, probably. But no, ooh. Yes, I probably would actually even
if it was a serious one—isn't that terrible? I just realized that about myself. Yes, I probably would, unless, of course, he did something to me.
Practice Two
Jane: Right. OK, we'll leave that one, Laurie. What about your career? Would you give up your career? If Pete wanted you to give
up your job, would you do that?
Laurie: No, Jane, why could he possibly want me to give it up?
Jane: Well, I don't know, say if he was feeling threatened by your success or something like that.
Laurie: No, absolutely not.
Jane: But he might be, what if he really wanted you to give up your career? Would you?
Laurie: Of course not. Not for that reason, no. Because that would break us up eventually because of the resentment. I wouldn't ask him to give up his career, unless he changed careers and I don't know, say if he became a hit man or something.
Jane: What about if he, say if he found a new religion or something, that he was completely obsessed with it and he wanted you to convert to that religion, would you do that for him?
Laurie: He's a good Catholic boy, so I somehow can't see that happening. You mean like some cult or something? That I think would be the beginning of the end. If someone's so obsessive about religion, I think, then there's only room for that.
Jane: But if you loved him? And that was part of him.
Laurie: I'd let him go to his God.
Practice Three
Ed: Hey Rocky! You've been holding this wall up all night. Get out and dance with someone like that girl over there.
Rocky: No way, Ed!
Ed: Oh come on man! What kind of woman do you like?
Rocky: I want a woman that fulfills my every need, and that girl is not the right type.
Ed: Hey. Where have you been? Times are changing, and you're never going to find a woman that will shine your shoes and fill
your beer mug all the time. Wake up!
Rocky: Oh really? I met a lot of women like that, just not at this party. Oh, I prefer women that stay home, cook, clean, and watch
the kids.
Ed: Okay, but where do you fit into this wonder plan? I mean what are your household responsibilities once you get home from
work?
Rocky: Hmm. Eat, watch TV, and throw out the trash.
Ed: Wait, wait, wait. I can't believe I'm hearing this. You're never going to get married. I recently read a news report that said that 40 percent of women don't think their husbands do their share around the house, and you seem to fit into that mold.
Rocky: That's interesting, but that doesn't change my point of view.
Ed: That's your problem. Well, I like women who are open-minded and have something interesting to say. Hey, and if I stick with
you here, this is going to be a long, lonely night.
Practice Four
Norma: You know, Brian, it doesn't look like you've vacuumed the living room or cleaned the bathroom.
Brian: No, I haven't. Ugh. I had the worst day. I am so tired. Look, I promise I'll do it this weekend.
Norma: Listen, I know the feeling. I'm tired, too. But I came home and I did my share of the housework. I mean, that's the agreement, right?
Brian: All right. We agreed. I'll do it in a minute.
Norma: Come on. Don't be that way. You know, I shouldn't have to ask you to do anything. I mean, we both work, we both live in
the house, we agreed that housework is... is both of our responsibility, I don't like to have to keep reminding you about it. It makes
me feel like an old nag or something.
Brian: Sometimes you are an old nag.
Norma: Oh, great!
Brian: No, it's just that I don't notice when things get dirty like you do. Look, all you have to do is tell me, and I'll do it.
Norma: No, I don't want to be put in that position. I mean, you can see dirt as well as I can. Otherwise—I mean, that puts all the responsibility on me.
Brian: It's just that cleanliness is not a high priority with me. There are other things I would much rather do. Besides, the living
room floor does not look that dirty.
Norma: Brian.
Brian: Okay, a couple crumbs.
Part Four Testing Y ourself
Section I
Jane: What kind of man would you like to marry, Sally?
Sally: I suppose I'd have to take two things into consideration: his personality and his background.
Jane: What would you look for?
Sally: Well, he'd have to be intelligent—I can't stand stupid people. He'd have to be hard-working, reliable, and down to earth(practical). I couldn't get along with someone who wasn't practical.
Jane: I like a man with a good sense of humor.
Sally: Oh, I do, too. He'd have to be good-natured. I have a terrible temper myself, and I don't think a marriage can work if both people are the same.
Jane: What did you mean when you said that background was important?
Sally: As far as I'm concerned, people who've been brought up in different environments think differently. They usually just can't understand each other well enough to get married.
Jane: Do you think that good looks are important?
Sally: In my opinion, that matters the least, though of course I couldn't marry an ugly man.
Section II
A few months ago, I moved into a very small flat after living for years with my parents. It is the first time I have ever had a place of my own and I am very fond of it, despite the lack of space. I had been there only for a few days when a friend phoned and begged me to let him stay for a while. He explained he had lost his job recently but was sure he would find another one very soon. Since I thought it would be only for a short time, I agreed.
More than a month has gone by and my friend shows no sign of moving out. There are only two small rooms in the flat, plus the
small bathroom and tiny kitchen. He has more or less taken over the front room. I don't like sharing the bathroom, either. In fact, I
just don't like other people living in my flat!
A few days ago, I decided that it was enough and that he would have to leave. I intended to tell him that I wanted the place to myself again, but he persuaded me to let him stay longer. He still hasn't found a job and can't afford to rent a place of his own. And there
just doesn't seem to be anyone else he can stay with.
Of course, I'd like to help him. He is, after all, a friend! But there are limits, even to friendship. I don't know what I'll do if he is here much longer.
Section III
Ralph: Well, my parents are not going to be able to look after themselves, I'm afraid. So I have to decide what I'm going to do with them.
George: How old are they now, Ralph?
Ralph: They're approaching their seventies.
Gopal: Would you not have them living with you? Do you think you would want that?
Ralph: Absolutely not.
George: You wouldn't?
Ralph: Well, I'd rather not, no. I know that sounds selfish.
Gopal: That's interesting because in India, a lot of the grandparents live with their children and they play an important role in the home. They're not just there...
Ralph: ... But is that because they've always been in the home, Gopal?
Gopal: They have, true.
Ralph: That's the difference. To me it would be very unnatural to suddenly have them back and in my world.
George: Would you think of putting them in a retirement home?
Ralph: Um, yeah, that would be what I'd like to do.
George: Is that unthinkable to you, Gopal?
Gopal: Well, it's interesting because my parents are very independent. But I would feel happier if they came to me, then you know because my husband isn't Indian, it would be quite unusual. How about you, George?
George: I'm just like Ralph. I'm a long way from my parents; the idea of them living with me does seem pretty weird. But the terrible thing about retirement homes is that they're full of old people and if I were an old person, I would hate to be surrounded just
by old people.
Ralph: I think the best alternative idea is to have a "granny flat", that is, to have a house next door.
Gopal: Next door but separate enough to live in your own little space...
Unit Two Remembering and Forgetting
Part One Viewing, Understanding, and Speaking
Video Script
Helen: Jason.
Jason: Yes, Mom?
Helen: Didn't you have something you had to do tonight?
Jason: Hmm, I can't think of anything.
Helen: You told me you had an article to turn in tomorrow. Did you finish it?
Jason: Oh, yeah, I was supposed to write an article for the high-school paper.
Helen: You'd better get to work on it right now. It's 8 o'clock.
Jason: I can't think of anything to write about.
Helen: Can't you write an article about how you feel about graduation?
Jason: That's a good idea. I'll go and work on it. Hmm, by the way, how did you feel about graduating from high school?
Helen: Me? A little scared and excited, too.
Jason: I feel the same way. I'm scared of leaving home and going to college.
Helen: Don't worry about that. Leaving home is part of growing up. Besides, you'd better get to work on your article.
Jason: OK.
(About one and a half hours later.)
Jason: Mom, where is the typing paper? I can't find any.
Helen: It's in Dad's study. I'll go and get some for you.
(Michael is in the study. He is working on his computer when Helen knocks on his door.)
Michael: Who is it?
Helen: Helen.
Michael: Come on in, honey.
Helen: Jason needs some typing paper. He's writing an article. (Helen takes out some typing paper from the printer.) How was your work going?
Michael: I'm still preparing tomorrow's presentation. What time is it, Helen?
Helen: (She looks at her watch.) It's about 9: 30. Well, don't work too late.
(The next morning, Michael and Jason are getting ready to leave for the company and school.)
Michael: Helen, where is my new grey coat? I can't find it anywhere.
Helen: It's in the closet.
Jason: Mom, where is my mathematics textbook? I left it on the desk several days ago and it's gone.
Helen: I put it in the second drawer of your desk.
Michael: Honey, where is my briefcase? I put all my presentation papers in it.
Helen: It's beside your desk on the right side. All your papers are in it from last night.
Michael:(He finishes dressing and starts to leave.) You know something, honey? I can always count on you. You always know where everything is.
Helen: That's why everyone says I'm Mrs. Perfect Memory. Hurry up, or you'll be late. Ah, don't forget your briefcase, Michael. Michael: Bye-bye.
Helen:Bye.
(When Michael comes home, Helen is busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Helen finds that Michael is in a bad mood, so she goes
to the living room and sits beside Michael.)
Helen: Hi, honey, what's the matter, Michael? You look depressed.
Michael: Mr. Smith decided not to put the new product on the market yet. A whole month's work turned out to be useless for now. Helen: Don't worry too much, Michael. Everything will be just fine. At least you can take some time off now. You've been working
too hard lately.
Michael: Maybe later on, but I'd like to go over that presentation again.
Helen: Why don't you come and see what I'm fixing for you for dinner? I think you'll like it.
(Helen walks into the kitchen.)
Helen: Oh, my goodness. I forgot to turn the oven on. Now we can't have that famous pumpkin pie because it would take too long to bake now.
Michael: (He smiles.) Well, imagine that. Mrs. Perfect Memory finally made a mistake and forgot to turn on the oven.
Part Two Listening,Understanding, and Speaking
Listening I
A math professor was very absent-minded. When he moved from Cambridge to Newton, his wife, knowing that he would forget that they had moved and where they had moved to, wrote down the new address on a piece of paper and gave it to him.
During the day, the professor had an idea in solving a math problem. He reached in his pocket, found the piece of paper and started to write on it. Then he thought it over and realized that there was a mistake in his idea. So he threw the piece of paper away.
At the end of the day he went home (to the old address in Cambridge, of course). When he got there, he realized that they had moved. However, he had no idea where they had moved to, and the piece of paper with the address was long gone.
Fortunately, there was a young girl on the street. He went to her and asked, "Excuse me, perhaps you know me. I lived in this house until this morning, and we've just moved. Would you know where we've moved to?"
The young girl replied, "Yes, Daddy, Mommy thought you would forget, so I came to meet you."
Listening II
The Absent-Minded Me
I will tell you a story of what happened to me
When my father once lent me his car.
Of all the foolish things that I've ever done,
This was the most foolish, by far.
We arrived at the school, my brother and I,
And I put the car keys away.
I was feeling quite lucky as I started
To go to my classes that day.
But at some point in time,
For some reason I completely forgot
That the car I had driven to school
Was still parked in the lot.
When at last the long school day was over
I walked out the back with a shout,
And continued, while talking with my good friend,
To walk home on my usual route.
I entered the house and asked, "Dad, where's your car?
I have a meeting I don't want to miss."
I realized right then from the look on his face
That he didn't think I'd say this.
I noticed a smile in his eyes
And he laughed in a humorous way.
He simply replied,
"You drove it to school just today."
The next sound I heard was uncontrolled laughter
Which had to be coming from Mother.
She managed to say in her usual way,
"We'd better go bring home your brother."
Part Three More Listening
Practice One
For an anniversary gift, my friend Nathan decided to give his parents a specially monogrammed quilt that said "The Wood Family—established ? ? /? ? /? ?" Unfortunately, he couldn't remember his parents' wedding date, so he dialed their home, and his father answered.
"Hi, Dad," Nathan said. "I need to know the date when you and Mom were married."
For the next several moments, the line was silent. Finally, Nathan heard his father's voice once again. "Carol, " he called out to
his wife, "it's for you."
Practice Two
A large dog walks into a butcher's shop, carrying a purse in its mouth. He puts the purse down and sits in front of the meat case. "What is it, boy?" the butcher jokingly asks. "Want to buy some meat?"
"Woof!" barks the dog.
"Hmm," says the butcher. "What kind? Liver, bacon, steak..."
"Woof!" interrupts the dog.
"And how much steak? Half a pound, one pound, ..."
"Woof!" signals the dog. The amazed butcher wraps up the meat and finds the money in the dog's purse. As the dog leaves, he decides to follow. The dog enters an apartment house, climbs to the third floor and begins scratching at a door. With that, the door opens and an angry woman starts shouting at the dog.
"Stop!" yells the butcher. "He's the most intelligent animal I've ever seen!"
"Intelligent?" counters the woman. "This is the third time this week he's forgotten his key."
Practice Three
Memory seems to be a growing problem in my family. My wife has trouble remembering a number of things, including where
she left her keys, whether she paid her credit card bill, when she visited her dentist last, and why she married me.
I have trouble remembering things, too, including appointments, anniversaries, and birthdays. My memory got me in big trouble last year: I couldn't remember the exact date of my wife's birthday. She was really upset, giving me no credit whatsoever for remembering the exact month.
I also have trouble remembering people's names. They introduce themselves to me and two seconds later I have no idea what to call them. "Hey you!" doesn't seem to please anyone, not even my sister.
If everybody worked on their memory, the world would have fewer problems. For example, the divorce rate—growing faster than my bald spot—would decrease. A married man who's tempted to have an affair would be able to remember what the ring on his finger means. And he might also remember his wedding vows.
Of course, having great memory has its disadvantages. When others hurt us, we would perhaps forgive, but we couldn't possibly forget.
At family reunions, we'd be bored too soon, after recalling every last detail of Uncle Mike's adventure in the Amazon, which he
has told us only 189 times.
Great memory would also ruin our enjoyment of prime time TV, because half the shows are reruns. Forgetting the plot is crucial. Practice Four
Every time I smell roses I can see myself again in the garden of that large house in Cornwall. The year is 1971, the month is
March and the sun is shining. And when I smell a certain type of suntan oil, I am back again in the Greek islands. Or it is the smell of lavender that reminds me of my grandmother.
Smell is one of the senses that is most likely to produce pleasant memories, but it is the most difficult to recall. This is because only a small area of the brain is used in smell. Most people, however, can recognize at least 4,000 different smells, and women usually have a better sense of smell than men.
Our ideas of what smells are pleasant or unpleasant is something that we learn at about the age of three or four. It is not something we are born with. We learn what smells good and what doesn't. And we know what smells mean danger, for example, the smell of burning.
Flowers are one thing, but what about the smell of people? Each human being has a unique odor. A one-month old baby can recognize its mother by smell. In many parts of the world people greet each other by sniffing the face or the hands. The kiss began
as a sniff and New Zealand Maoris still sniff when they meet one another. In modern times we use soap and perfume to replace our natural odor.
Part Four Testing Y ourself
Section I
Mr. Jones hadn't called his doctor for several years. Now it was two o'clock in the morning, and his wife had a bad stomachache that he was sure was appendicitis. The doctor said, "Relax. It couldn't possibly be appendicitis. She probably has something wrong with her stomach. I took out your wife's appendix ten years ago, and in all of medical history, I've never heard of anyone having a second appendix." "That may be true," Mr. Jones said, "but haven't you ever heard of anyone having a second wife?"
Section II
One cold day in the middle of winter, Mr. and Mrs. Ross decided to fly to Florida for a vacation.
Mrs. Ross packed their summer clothes very carefully the night before they left home, and the next morning they got up early
and drove to the airport.
While they were waiting at the check-in counter, Mr. Ross began to question his wife about the things she had packed.
"Did you remember my red bathing suit?" he asked.
"Of course", she answered.
"You didn't forget our sports shoes, did you?" he asked.
"Of course not," she replied. Suddenly there was a long silence.
"Murray, what's wrong?" said Mrs. Ross. "You look worried."
"I'll bet you didn't bring the piano," he replied.
"The piano?" she said. "Why on earth would I bring the piano?"
"Because," he said quickly, "I left our plane tickets on top of it."
Section III
One day, Carol Evans was walking along the street when she bumped into another woman. She looked at the woman very carefully. Then she said, "Kate Foster! Well, well, well, I haven't seen you for ten years."
She looked the woman up and down. "But you've changed, Kate," she went on. "You used to be fat, but now you're slim." She smiled at her, "But you look well and it's good to see you again." She took the woman's hand and shook it. "But, oh, you have changed," she said. "I've never known anyone to change so much. You used to have thick hair but now it's very thin. You didn't used
to wear glasses but now you're wearing really thick ones." She smiled at the woman again. "But you're still the same Kate Foster I used to have coffee with every week. We had some good times, didn't we, Kate?"
"Excuse me, ma'am," the woman said, "but my name isn't Kate Foster."
Carol thought for a minute, and then she said, "So you've changed your name as well, haven't you?"
Unit Three More Than Words。