UBI
II POZO ALCÓN
STUDENT:
Esther Foronda Marín
ACTIVITIES
PRE-LISTENING
ACTIVITIES
1.
Match the following words with the definitions.
Bones. A
steep fall or flow of water in a watercourse from a height, as over a
precipice.
Weak. Something
that unavoidably befalls a person.
Fate. Not in
accordance with what is morally right or good.
Forsake. One
of the structures composing the skeleton of a vertebrate.
Wrong. Not
strong; fragile.
Waterfall. To
quit or leave entirely; abandon.
WHILE-LISTENING
ACTIVITIES
2.
Listen to the song and fill de gaps
I sit and
_______
Does an angel
Contemplate
my ________
And do they
know
The places
where we go
When we´re
grey and _____
_______ I´ve
been told
That
salvation
Lets their
wings _________
3. Put
the phrases in the right order.
That
salvation
Contemplate
my fate
When we´re
grey and old
I sit and
wait
‘cos I´ve
been told
And do they
know
So when I´m
lying in my bed
The places
where we go
And I feel
that love is dead
Does an
angel
Lets their
wings unfold
I´m loving
angels instead
Thoughts
running through my head
POST-LISTENING
ACTIVITIES
4.
Match every word with it sound
ˈeɪnʤəlz bones
fəˈseɪk thoughts
θɔːts salvation
bəʊnz angels
əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n forsake
sælˈveɪʃən affection
fəˈseɪk thoughts
θɔːts salvation
bəʊnz angels
əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n forsake
sælˈveɪʃən affection
Lyrics:
Angels by
Robbie
Williams
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead
Translation:
ÁNGELES
Me
siento y espero
¿Contempla
un ángel mi destino?
¿Y
ellos saben
los
lugares donde vamos
cuando
estamos canosos y mayores?
Porque
me han dicho
que
la salvación
deja
sus alas desplegadas.
Así
que, cuando estoy acostado en mi cama
Los
pensamientos fluyen en mi cabeza
y
siento que el amor está muerto
En
su lugar, estoy amando a los ángeles
Y
al final ella me ofrece protección
Mucho
amor y cariño
Si
estoy en lo cierto o equivocado
Y
bajo la cascada
Donde
quiera que me lleve
Se
que la vida no me romperá
Cuando
vaya a llamarla
Ella
no me abandonará
En
su lugar estoy amando a los ángeles
Cuando
me estoy sintiendo débil
Y
mi dolor camina por una calle de una única dirección
Miro
hacia arriba
Y
sé que siempre seré bendecido con amor
Y
conforme el sentimiento crece
Ella
respira piel para mis huesos
Y
cuando el amor está muerto
En
su lugar estoy amando a los ángeles
Y
al final ella me ofrece protección
Mucho
amor y cariño
Si
estoy en lo cierto o equivocado
Y
bajo la cascada
Donde
quiera que me lleve
Sé
que la vida no me romperá
Cuando
vaya a llamarla
Ella
no me abandonará
En
su lugar estoy amando a los ángeles
Y
al final ella me ofrece su protección
Mucho
amor y cariño
Si
estoy en lo cierto o equivocado
Y
bajo la cascada
Donde
quiera que me lleve
Sé
que la vida no me romperá
Cuando
venga a llamarla
Ella
no me abandonará
En
su lugar estoy amando a los ángeles
Phonetic
Transcription: ˈeɪnʤəlz baɪ ˈrɒbi ˈwɪljəmz
aɪ sɪt ənd weɪt
dəz ən ˈeɪnʤəl ˈkɒntɛmpleɪt maɪ feɪt ənd dʊ ðeɪ nəʊ
ðə ˈpleɪsɪz weə wi gəʊ
wɛn wɪə greɪ ənd əʊld
kɒs aɪ həv biːn təʊld
ðæt sælˈveɪʃən lɛts ðeə wɪŋz ʌnˈfəʊld
səʊ wɛn aɪm ˈlaɪɪŋ ɪn maɪ bɛd
θɔːts ˈrʌnɪŋ θruː maɪ hɛd ənd aɪ fiːl ðə lʌv z dɛd
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd
wɛn aɪm ˈfiːlɪŋ wiːk ənd maɪ peɪn wɔːks daʊn ə wʌn weɪ striːt
aɪ lʊk əˈbʌv ənd aɪ nəʊ aɪl ˈɔːlweɪz bi blɛst wɪð lʌv ənd əz ðə ˈfiːlɪŋ grəʊz
ʃi briːðz flɛʃ tə maɪ bəʊnz ənd wɛn lʌv z dɛd
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd
aɪ sɪt ənd weɪt
dəz ən ˈeɪnʤəl ˈkɒntɛmpleɪt maɪ feɪt ənd dʊ ðeɪ nəʊ
ðə ˈpleɪsɪz weə wi gəʊ
wɛn wɪə greɪ ənd əʊld
kɒs aɪ həv biːn təʊld
ðæt sælˈveɪʃən lɛts ðeə wɪŋz ʌnˈfəʊld
səʊ wɛn aɪm ˈlaɪɪŋ ɪn maɪ bɛd
θɔːts ˈrʌnɪŋ θruː maɪ hɛd ənd aɪ fiːl ðə lʌv z dɛd
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd
wɛn aɪm ˈfiːlɪŋ wiːk ənd maɪ peɪn wɔːks daʊn ə wʌn weɪ striːt
aɪ lʊk əˈbʌv ənd aɪ nəʊ aɪl ˈɔːlweɪz bi blɛst wɪð lʌv ənd əz ðə ˈfiːlɪŋ grəʊz
ʃi briːðz flɛʃ tə maɪ bəʊnz ənd wɛn lʌv z dɛd
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd ənd θruː ɪt ɔːl ʃi ˈɒfəz mi prəˈtɛkʃən
ə lɒt əv lʌv ənd əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n
ˈwɛðər aɪm raɪt ɔː rɒŋ ənd daʊn ðə ˈwɔːtəfɔːl
weərˈɛvər ɪt meɪ teɪk miː
aɪ nəʊ ðət laɪf wəʊnt breɪk miː
wɛn aɪ kʌm tə kɔːl ʃi wəʊnt fəˈseɪk miː
aɪm ˈlʌvɪŋ ˈeɪnʤəlz ɪnˈstɛd
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