秧秧教英语之《欲望都市》篇012

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Clip1:

Big: Hello.

Carrie: Hey. It’s just me.

Big: So, how are ya?

Carrie: Just got back from a funeral.

Big: oh you thought of me. I am flattered.

Carrie: Listen. Do you want to have dinner some time?

Big: I’d like to have dinner any old time. Who am I having dinner with?

Carrie: Me.

Big: You know in that case, I’d better check my book.

Carrie: I’m hanging up now.

Big: Fine. Saturday, 8 o’clock, Roberto’s. Be there or be square.

Carrie: God, you are old!

Carrie: It was so easy. Just like that, I had made a Saturday night date with Big. In under 30 seconds, we had resuscitated a relationship that had taken six months to die.

Clip2:

Carrie: Damn. Hey, do you have a spare tooth brush I could use?

Big: a spare tooth brush?

Carrie: Well, I’ll bring you a new one.

Big: Excuse me.

Carrie: There’s only one pink brush head, and Big was giving his to me. It was the single most encouraging moment so far in our relationship.

Clip3:

Big: Carrie, this is Paolo. Paolo, this is my girlfriend, Carrie. Bread?

Carrie: You’ve never called me your girlfriend before. Sure I have. Just not to your face. Clip4: Big: I’d like to dedicate this song to the lovely lady sitting right over there. Clip5: It was perfect. I felt like I was in heaven.

下面的视频是由原唱者Frank Sinatra演唱的Big唱的那首歌It was a very good year.这首歌挺适合学唱的，因为旋律简单优美，演唱者吐词极其清楚，有助于大家练习语音。

以下是Big唱的那首歌It was a very good year的歌词：

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years