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9ºANO

 Text 9th year. I’m Peter Park, I’m a reporter, I work at CNN. I’m 21 (twenty-one) years old. I have three kids: one boy and two girls. My wife is Jane. She’s 27 (twenty-seven) years old. She works at BBC world news as report, too.

01. Who is telling the story?
02. What is his occupation?
03. How old is he?
04. How many kids does he have?
05. How many boys do they have?
06. How many are girls do they have?
07. Is he married? Yes or no?
08. Who is Jane?
09. Who work at BBC?
10. What is Jane occupation?
11. Who is 27 years old?
12. Where do the live?

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8º ANO

Text 8th year. I’m Peter. I’m 14 (fourteen years old). I have one brother and two sisters. I study at FCM High School. I live in Narandiba near the supermarket. My father is a mechanic and my mother is nurse. I have one brother and two sisters.

01. Who is he?
02. How old is he?
03. How many brothers does he have?
04. How many sisters does he have?
05. Where does he study?
06. What is his father occupation?
07. What is Peter occupation?
08. What is his father name?
09. What is his mother name?

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Killying Me Softly

Music Chosen For Virtual  English Contest [Detail Here].
[Musics][Lyrics and Contest]

► Vídeo Youtube com a música Killing me softly [aqui]
 Training.

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Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time.),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.


I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
 And so I came to see him, and listen for a while.
 And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.


Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time).
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


Oh, oh, oh... la, la, la, la...


Strumming my pain with his fingers,
 (yes he was singing my life),
Singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.
Killing me softly with his song (yeahh),
Telling my whole life with his words (whole life, his words).
Killing me. 2013 (one.) Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time.),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.


I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
 And so I came to see him, and listen for a while.
 And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.


Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time).
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


Oh, oh, oh... la, la, la, la...


Strumming my pain with his fingers,
 (yes he was singing my life),
Singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.
Killing me softly with his song (yeahh),
Telling my whole life with his words (whole life, his words).
Killing me.

HIP HOP [HERE.]

Now again:
1
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time.),
Singing my life with his words (two times),
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly, with his song.


I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
 And so I came to see him, and listen for a while.
 And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.


Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time),
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd.
I felt he found my letters, and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time).
Singing my life with his words (two times).
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words.
Killing me softly, with his song.


Oh, oh, oh... la, la, la, la...


Strumming my pain with his fingers,
 (yes he was singing my life),
Singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.
Killing me softly with his song (yeahh),
Telling my whole life with his words (whole life, his words).
Killing me.

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