<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532</id><updated>2012-01-18T03:43:05.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Audio Book</title><subtitle type='html'>เรียนภาษาอังกฤษด้วยเสียง ฟังเรื่องสั้นๆ ออกเสียงอ่านช้าๆ และเสียงที่ชัดเจน ได้ที่ http://sing-book.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8616633141968968034</id><published>2011-07-22T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T03:43:05.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IbHImYu_u4/TxawPGldYrI/AAAAAAAAB8U/8vAtunfDlw8/s1600/IMG_0319_resize-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IbHImYu_u4/TxawPGldYrI/AAAAAAAAB8U/8vAtunfDlw8/s320/IMG_0319_resize-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698936151996195506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;เยี่ยมชมบล็อคใหม่กับการเที่ยวไปถ่ายภาพไปครับ &lt;a href="http://sing-photo.blogspot.com/"&gt;คลิกที่นี่&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8616633141968968034?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8616633141968968034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8616633141968968034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2011/07/support.html' title='Support'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--IbHImYu_u4/TxawPGldYrI/AAAAAAAAB8U/8vAtunfDlw8/s72-c/IMG_0319_resize-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-971470899841801633</id><published>2009-09-09T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:49:24.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38.Try to Tell the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your grandma told you not to lie. Your grandpa told you not to lie. Your mother said to tell the truth. Your father said to tell the truth. You try to tell the truth. You try to tell the truth all the time. But you cannot tell the truth all the time. No one can tell the truth all the time. Everyone lies sometimes. Your mother lies sometimes. Your father lies sometimes. Your teacher lies sometimes. You lie sometimes. You lie to be polite. You lie to protect someone you love. You lie to protect yourself. You lie when you get caught. You lie to get something you want. You lie to be popular. You lie to avoid work. You lie to your family. You lie to your friends. You lie to strangers. It’s normal to lie. Some people say that lying is bad. They say that lying is evil. They say that they never lie. That is a big lie. Of course they lie sometimes! Everyone lies sometimes. Lying is like laughing; it is part of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTM2MDM2MDIxNzQmcHQ9MTI1MzYwMzYxMzQ4NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*3YmE*YzI3M2I5Mzk*ZTFlYWI3ZDVmZTg*ODUzMGM1NyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=42886" width="272" height="112"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/try-to-tell-the-truth"&gt;Try to Tell the Truth&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note :&lt;/span&gt; สามารถฝึกพูด และฟังเสียงตัวเองโดยใช้การอัดเสียงออนไลน์ ได้ที่เว็บไซต์ &lt;a href="http://vocaroo.com/"&gt;http://vocaroo.com&lt;/a&gt; จะทำให้จำแม่นยำขึ้น ถ้าไม่แน่ใจคำไหนออกเสียงอย่างไร ให้ก๊อปปี้คำที่ต้องการ และวางเช็คการออกเสียงได้ที่ &lt;a href="http://translate.google.co.th/#en%7Cth%7C"&gt;http://translate.google.co.th&lt;/a&gt; จะทำให้เข้าใจการออกเสียงภาษาอังกฤษโดยธรรมชาติ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-971470899841801633?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/971470899841801633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/971470899841801633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/38try-to-tell-truth.html' title='38.Try to Tell the Truth'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-7440709323898704004</id><published>2009-09-09T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:53:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37.Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than 100 passengers got on the plane. It was a winter day. It was January. The weather was very cold. It was snowing. Ice was on the roads. But the airport was open. The big jets were flying. A little snow never stopped a big jet. Big jets fly all the time. They rarely crash in bad weather. They rarely crash in good weather. Big jets are very safe. The passengers got on the plane. It was 7 a.m. The plane was supposed to take off at 7:30 a.m. It did not take off at 7:30 a.m. It did not take off all morning. It did not take off all afternoon. The plane sat on the runway until 6:30 p.m. The passengers sat in the plane all day. The plane could not take off. The pilot could not see the runway. He could not see anything. The only thing he could see was his two hands. A little snow was okay. But this was a lot of snow. This was too much snow. But maybe the snow would stop. Then they could take off. So the pilot waited. The passengers waited. At 6:30 p.m., the pilot told the passengers to get off the plane. Everyone was happy to leave the plane. They went back into the airport. They waited for the snow to stop. But it didn’t stop. It snowed for two more days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTMyNjg3MzM4NTQmcHQ9MTI1MzI2OTExNTkxNiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*3YmE*YzI3M2I5Mzk*ZTFlYWI3ZDVmZTg*ODUzMGM1NyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=42253"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/snowed-in"&gt;Snowed In&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-7440709323898704004?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7440709323898704004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7440709323898704004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/37-snowed-in.html' title='37.Snowed In'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3174716610187734629</id><published>2009-09-09T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:36:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36.A Windy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s a windy day. The wind is blowing hard. Paper is blowing everywhere. The wind blew the man’s hat off. It blew the woman’s hat off. It blew a bird off the telephone wire. The other birds laughed. The wind keeps blowing. The trees are bending over. The people outside are bending over. The wind makes it hard to walk. The wind makes it hard to drive. The big trucks have to pull over. They have to stop on the side of the freeway. One driver did not stop. He was in a hurry. The wind blew his truck over. The big truck is on its side. The wheels are spinning in the wind. The driver was not hurt. He is waiting for a crane. The crane will pick up the truck. The crane will put the truck on its wheels again. The driver learned his lesson. He will never drive in the wind again. The wind makes it hard to fly, too. Pilots know the wind is dangerous. They do not fly their small planes in windy weather. They do not want to crash into the ground. A crash will kill them. They sit at the airport. They drink coffee. They wait for the wind to die down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTMyNjU5ODk5OTgmcHQ9MTI1MzI2NjI2NDEyMyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*3YmE*YzI3M2I5Mzk*ZTFlYWI3ZDVmZTg*ODUzMGM1NyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=42252"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/a-windy-day"&gt;A Windy Day&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Memory Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;วันนี้ขอแหกกฎ จากเรื่องการฟัง...สักหน่อย เพราะการส่งอีเมล์ กลายเป็นส่วนหนึ่งในชีวิตประจำวันของใครบางคนไปแล้ว การที่จะหลีกเลี่ยงไม่ส่งเป็นภาษาอังกฤษคงยากเต็มทนเช่นกันครับ แต่ถ้ามีตัวอย่างดีๆช่วย เราก็จะมั่นใจในส่งอีเมล์เป็นภาษาอังกฤษมากขึ้น เว็บนี้น่าจะมีประโยชน์สำหรับคนชอบส่งอีเมล์นะครับ ลองเข้าไปชมได้ที่ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teachers.ash.org.au/jeather/writingfun/writingfun.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.teachers.ash.org.au/jeather/writingfun/writingfun.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***และเพื่อไม่ให้เสียความตั้งใจเดิม ของบล้อกนี้ที่จะเน้นเฉพาะเรื่องการฟัง ขออ้างถึงความเห็นของอาจารย์สอนภาษาทางภาคใต้ของประเทศไทยเรากันหน่อยครับ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A good way to learn English by Weena Kanadpon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone knows that there are four skills in learning a language, namely listening, speaking, reading and writing. They are always related in terms of usage, and speaking is viewed by learners as the most desirable skill in face-to-face communication in the globalization era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, what is the answer to the following questions? What do you have to do before you can speak? What does a child learn before he talks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do we do before chatting?Listen, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naturally, children begin listening to their parents when they are babies. They are often greeted, spoken to and admired without any response expected. Though nobody knows if the baby understands the spoken words, the process continues. Children automatically acquire such language over some time, and later on gradually produce it through actual experience. The production may be incomplete at first, but successful at last.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;คลิกอ่านต่อได้ที่นี่ :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.englishclub.com/esl-articles/200204.htm"&gt;http://www.englishclub.com/esl-articles/200204.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3174716610187734629?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3174716610187734629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3174716610187734629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/36a-windy-day.html' title='36.A Windy Day'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-2973619879796331934</id><published>2009-09-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:13:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35.A Short Plane Ride + Free Download E-book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pilot and the passenger got into the plane. It was a small plane. It had one engine. It was an old plane. The pilot started the engine. “Are you okay?” he asked the passenger. She said she was okay. They were flying to an island. The island was only 30 minutes away. It would be a short flight. She was a nurse. Her husband was a doctor. The doctor was on the island. The doctor needed some medicine. She had the medicine in her bag. The medicine would save a young boy. The young boy was very sick. The plane took off. The engine sounded funny. The pilot frowned. “Is everything okay?” the passenger asked. “I’m afraid not,” said the pilot. “There’s something wrong with the engine. We have to land.” He landed the plane. The nurse got out of the plane. She looked around the airport. She saw another plane. This plane had two engines. She walked over to the plane. “Is this a new plane or an old plane?” she asked the pilot. The pilot said it was a new plane. “Good,” she said. “Please take me to the island.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTMyNTk1MTA5MzUmcHQ9MTI1MzI1OTUxODU5MSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*3YmE*YzI3M2I5Mzk*ZTFlYWI3ZDVmZTg*ODUzMGM1NyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=42247"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/a-short-plane-ride"&gt;A Short Plane Ride&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory Tip&lt;br /&gt;รายการดาวน์โหลด Audio Book ของ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.4shared.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Audiobook - 101 Helpful Hints for IELTS.rar 39,129 KB&lt;br /&gt;2.Audiobook - 25 Things to Say to the Interviewer.rar 37,924 KB&lt;br /&gt;3.Audiobook - 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People.rar 67,327 KB&lt;br /&gt;4.Audiobook - Ajax Introduction.rar 58,629 KB&lt;br /&gt;5.Audiobook - Basic English Grammer.rar 63,281 KB&lt;br /&gt;6.Audiobook - Be Decisive &amp;amp; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SrM80RLn97I/AAAAAAAABG4/mojrnEQmLAg/s320/sing-book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(ภาพตัวอย่างเว็บให้ดาวน์โหลดไฟล์เสียง)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-2973619879796331934?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/2973619879796331934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/2973619879796331934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/35-short-plane-ride.html' title='35.A Short Plane Ride + Free Download E-book'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SrM80RLn97I/AAAAAAAABG4/mojrnEQmLAg/s72-c/sing-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5573112953919163480</id><published>2009-09-09T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:13:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34. A Second Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“We are running out of money,” Dad said. “I must find another job.” Mom was a teacher. Dad was a teacher. They had four children. The baby had a rare disease. She was always sick. They had to take her to the doctor often. The doctor was expensive. But he took good care of the baby. He said she would be healthy in a few years. But Dad owed the doctor a lot of money. He looked in the paper for another job. He asked his friends about another job. Finally he found another job. He became a taxi driver. After he taught school, he ate dinner. Then he went to the taxi company. He drove the taxi to the airport. He picked up people at the airport. He dropped off people at the airport. Some people gave him big tips. Some people gave him small tips. Some people gave him no tips. He drove the taxi for eight hours. Then he went home. He was tired. He went straight to sleep. Every night he had a dream. Every night it was the same dream. Every night he dreamed about money. Every night the money was on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI5MTM2NjgxMzAmcHQ9MTI1MjkxMzY4NDM2NSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41689"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/a-second-job"&gt;A Second Job&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;การฟังสำเนียงคนเยอรมันใช้ภาษาอังกฤษก็จะได้อรรถสำเนียงอีกแบบหนึ่ง และเนื่องมาจาก นักท่องเที่ยว นักธุรกิจ ที่มาเมืองไทยก็มาจากชาติเยอรมันไม่ใช่น้อย ผมมีเว็บมาแนะนำ และเว็บนี้ก็มีรายการให้เลือกฟังมากมายครับ เช่น&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio: News&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Newslink&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Newslink Plus&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Sports Report&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Music this week&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Arts on the Air&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Concert Hour&lt;br /&gt;Audio: COOL&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Hits in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Inside Europe&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Inspired Minds&lt;br /&gt;Audio: In-box&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Living Planet&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Spectrum&lt;br /&gt;Audio: World in Progress&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Radio D&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Quadriga&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Mission Europe&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Living in Germany&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Learning by ear&lt;br /&gt;Audio: European Business Week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;รับรองว่า ฟังไปๆ และถ้าได้ยินฝรั่งบางคนพูดภาษาอังกฤษ  คุณจะสามารถทายได้เลยครับว่า เขามาจากชาติเยอรมันแน่นอน ฟันธง!! +55 รับฟังได้ที่นี่เลยครับ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dw-world.de/dw/0,,4703,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.dw-world.de/dw/0,,4703,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5573112953919163480?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5573112953919163480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5573112953919163480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/34-second-job.html' title='34. A Second Job'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3753571823058675365</id><published>2009-09-09T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:58:20.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33.She Wants to Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The girl got up on the horse. It was a brown and white horse. It was a big horse. She sat on the horse’s back. She was taller than her father. She looked down at her father. “Daddy, you are shorter than me,” she said. Her daddy said, “Yes, you are taller than me. You are taller than your mother. You are taller than the horse.” The horse started walking around in a circle. The girl held onto the reins. Her daddy held onto the horse. She was having fun. She liked to ride the horse in a circle. Someday she would ride the horse fast. Someday she would ride it straight and far and fast. Her daddy told her to be patient. “You must crawl before you walk. You must walk before you run. First, ride a slow horse. Then, ride a fast horse. ” She agreed with her daddy. “You are right, daddy, “she said. “I will be patient. Today I am riding a slow horse. But someday I will ride a fast horse. I will ride my fast horse all day, every day.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI5MTMxNTgyODYmcHQ9MTI1MjkxMzE2NzgwMiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41687"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/she-wants-to-ride"&gt;She Wants to Ride&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3753571823058675365?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3753571823058675365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3753571823058675365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/33she-wants-to-ride.html' title='33.She Wants to Ride'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8236169234174794593</id><published>2009-09-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:05:30.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32.Bears and a Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The three bears left their cave. They lived in a beautiful cave. The cave was big. The cave was warm in winter. The cave was cool in summer. It was a quiet cave. It was a dark cave. They loved their cave. Today was Sunday. They liked to pick berries on Sunday. So they left their cave. They walked through the woods. They found a field of berries. Mama bear had a basket. They filled the basket with blackberries and blueberries. Then they walked back to their cave. When they got inside the cave, they heard a noise. “Who is that?” papa bear asked. “It’s only me,” said a pig. “What are you doing here?” asked papa bear. “I’m hiding from the farmer,” said the pig. “I think he wants to eat me.” Papa bear told the pig he could stay in the cave as long as he wanted. The bears shared their berries with the pig. Then the pig and baby bear took a nap together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI5MTI4ODcxMzAmcHQ9MTI1MjkxMjkwNjI4NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41685"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/bears-and-a-pig"&gt;Bears and a Pig&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8236169234174794593?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8236169234174794593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8236169234174794593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/32bears-and-pig.html' title='32.Bears and a Pig'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-7157019726665836008</id><published>2009-09-09T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:12:10.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31.Daddy Likes Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The little girl was thirsty. She wanted something to drink. She opened the refrigerator. She looked inside. She saw milk. She saw soda. She saw orange juice. She saw beer. She wondered what beer tasted like. Her daddy drank beer every day. Beer must be good. If Daddy likes it, it must taste good. She grabbed a can of beer. She opened the beer. She smelled it. She couldn’t smell anything. She swallowed some. “Yuck!” she said. The beer was horrible. How could Daddy drink that stuff? She put the can back into the refrigerator. Daddy could finish it when he got home. She grabbed the milk. She poured some into a glass. She added chocolate syrup to the milk. She stirred the milk. Now she had chocolate milk. She loved chocolate milk. Poor Daddy, she thought. He likes beer more than chocolate milk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI5MTI1MzcyMjQmcHQ9MTI1MjkxMjU3MjkyNyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41684"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/daddy-likes-beer"&gt;Daddy Likes Beer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/Sq3htJkn73I/AAAAAAAABFY/lA-S1X4vQKw/s1600-h/tip01.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;วิธีฝึกที่ผมใช้เป็นประจำนั่นก็คือ การฝึกตามความรู้สึกกับอาการที่เราต้องสัมผัสทุกวัน เป็นวิธีหลักๆ ที่ผมนำมาใช้เป็นชีวิตประจำวันเลยทีเดียวครับ มาลองเริ่มกันเลยดีกว่าอันดับแรกคือ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ต้องจำกริยา 8 หลักนี้ให้ได้ก่อนคือ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ยืน, เดิน, นั่ง, นอน, กิน, ดื่ม, ทำ, พูด, คิด,&lt;br /&gt;Stand, Walk, Sleep, Eat, Drink, Make, Speak, Think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;จากนั้นก็นำกริยหลัก 8 อย่างมาจินตนาการใส่ในประโยคข้างล่างนี้ ตามอาการที่เราใช้อยู่ในชีวิตประจำวัน&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I eat every day ผมกินทุกวัน (1)&lt;br /&gt;2.I am eaing now ผมกำลังกินอยู่ตอนนี้ (1 + ing)&lt;br /&gt;3.I have eaten just now ผมได้กินเสร็จแล้วเดี่ยวนี้เอง (3)&lt;br /&gt;4.I have been eating all the time. ผมได้กำลังกินอยู่มาสักพักแล้ว (1 + ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;จากนั้น มาลองเปลี่ยนเป็นกริยาตัวอื่นๆ ก็จะสามารถเพิ่มประโยคที่จะพูด จะเขียนได้อย่างมั่นใจ เช่นใส่กริยา&lt;br /&gt;ยืน&lt;br /&gt;1.I stand every day&lt;br /&gt;2.I am standing now&lt;br /&gt;3.I have stood just now&lt;br /&gt;4.I have been standing all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เดิน&lt;br /&gt;1.I walk every day&lt;br /&gt;2.I am walking now&lt;br /&gt;3.I have walked just now&lt;br /&gt;4.I have been walking all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;นั่ง&lt;br /&gt;1.I sit every day&lt;br /&gt;2.I am sitting now&lt;br /&gt;3.I have sat just now&lt;br /&gt;4.I have been sitting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ทำต่อไปเรื่อยๆ&lt;br /&gt;1.................................................&lt;br /&gt;2.................................................&lt;br /&gt;3................................................&lt;br /&gt;4................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;คุณจะแปลกใจว่า เราก็สามารถพูด+เขียนได้ ตามอาการและความรู้สึกของเราครับ ยิ่งถ้าเติมสิ่งที่เราทำมารองรับลงไปด้วยเช่น ทำอะไร กินอะไร ดื่มอะไร ทำงาน กินข้าว หรือดื่มน้ำอัดลม ฯลฯ และใส่จินตนาการไปด้วยว่า ดื่มอย่างไร ที่ไหน เมื่อไหร่ จะเป็นการเรียนรู้ด้วยตนเองแบบเสือติดปีกเลยทีเดียว.. ที่สำคัญอย่างลืมฟัง Audio Book และฟังจนเสียงที่ฟังเหมือนก้องกังวานแว่วๆอยู่ในใจของท่านตลอดเวลา แล้วค่อยเปลี่ยนไปฟังเรื่องใหม่ รับรองว่า ท่านจะมีสไตล์ในการพูด และมั่นใจในสำเนียงที่เราได้พูดออกไปครับ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-7157019726665836008?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7157019726665836008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7157019726665836008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/31daddy-likes-beer.html' title='31.Daddy Likes Beer'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-9212932162217410041</id><published>2009-09-09T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:04:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30.An Impolite Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A robin is a pretty bird. It has a red breast. It has black wings. It sings a pretty song. A crow is pretty, too. It is completely black. It is shiny black. A crow is a big bird. It is a smart bird. It is a lazy bird. It watches people. People have food. They throw food into a garbage can. The crow flies down to the garbage can. It walks around the edge of the can. It looks for something tasty. It hops into the can. It picks out a potato chip. It flies into a tree. It eats the potato chip. Then it flies back to the garbage can. The robin sees the crow. The robin is hungry. It flies down to the garbage can. The crow yells at the robin. It says, “Get out of here. This can is my can.” The robin flies back into the tree. The crow is a greedy bird. It doesn’t like to share with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI3MzcyODM5MjEmcHQ9MTI1MjczODA*NjU2MiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41362"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/an-impolite-bird"&gt;An Impolite Bird&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-9212932162217410041?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/9212932162217410041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/9212932162217410041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/30an-impolite-bird.html' title='30.An Impolite Bird'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1379046196685055296</id><published>2009-09-09T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:44:43.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29.Catch Some Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Let’s go fishing,” said the father. “That’s a good idea,” said the mother. They put the kids into the car. They put the fishing rods into the car. They put the jar of worms into the car. They drove to the lake. The lake was huge. The name of the lake was Yellow Lake. It had yellow sand all around it. The sand looked like gold. But it wasn’t gold. It was only sand. They parked the car. They got out of the car. They sat down on the sand. They put the worms on the hooks. They put the hooks into the water. They waited for the fish to bite the bait. They waited 30 minutes. Then one of the kids caught a fish. It was a trout. It was a rainbow trout. It had many colors, like a rainbow. But its belly was white. They took the trout off the hook. They put the trout into a bucket of water. The trout swam around in tiny circles. It was confused. Where did the big lake go? They caught three more trout. Then they went home. They had delicious fried fish for dinner. “Can we go fishing every day?” the kids asked their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI3MzcwMzU3MDMmcHQ9MTI1MjczNzA1ODM1OSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/catch-some-fish"&gt;Catch Some Fish&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1379046196685055296?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1379046196685055296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1379046196685055296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/29catch-some-fish.html' title='29.Catch Some Fish'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5290807319080898278</id><published>2009-09-09T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:41:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28.Wash Your Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He wanted to wash his hands. His hands were dirty. They were dirty from the newspaper. All newspapers have black ink. The black ink got on his hands. When he rubbed his nose, he put black ink on his nose. His wife looked at him. She laughed. “Why are you laughing?” he asked. She said his nose was black. She handed him a mirror. He looked in the mirror. He said, “Yes, you’re right. I have black ink on my nose. I look a little bit funny.” “No, you look very funny,” his wife said. She laughed again. He went into the bathroom. He turned on the water. He picked up the bar of soap. He rubbed the soap between his hands. He washed his face. He rinsed his face with water. He looked in the bathroom mirror. His nose was clean. There was no ink on his nose. He walked out of the bathroom. He wanted to show his wife his new nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI3Mjc*NDQ4MjgmcHQ9MTI1MjcyNzQ2MjkyMSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/wash-your-nose"&gt;Wash Your Nose&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5290807319080898278?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5290807319080898278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5290807319080898278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/28wash-your-nose.html' title='28.Wash Your Nose'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5911247556523165679</id><published>2009-09-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:48:31.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27.Farm Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chicken and the duck were friends. They lived on a farm. They walked around together. They swam in the pond together. They talked about many things. They talked about the cat. They thought the cat was tricky. They thought the cat was dangerous. The cat looked at them a lot. They didn’t trust the cat. “We must always keep our eyes open when the cat is around,” they both agreed. They talked about the dog. The dog was very friendly. The dog wanted to play. The dog had lots of energy. It barked a lot. It ran around a lot. They both liked the dog. They talked about the farmer. The farmer brought them food. The farmer took care of them. The farmer took care of all the animals. He fed the cow. He fed the pig. He fed the goat. He fed the sheep. He fed the rabbit. They liked the farmer. He took good care of everyone. He was a nice man. “Farmers are good,” said the chicken. “We need farmers,” said the duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI1NjQ5ODA*MzEmcHQ9MTI1MjU2NTAxOTEwMyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41041"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/farm-animals"&gt;Farm Animals&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5911247556523165679?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5911247556523165679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5911247556523165679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/27farm-animals.html' title='27.Farm Animals'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8365884363157885339</id><published>2009-09-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:35:16.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.Brown and Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She had big brown eyes. Her sister had big blue eyes. Her brother had big green eyes. Her mother had a gray eye and a green eye. Her father had black eyes. “Why are our eyes different?” she asked her mom. “Who knows?” said her mom. “Life is strange. It is full of mystery. This is a mystery to all of us.” She asked her teacher. She asked the doctor. She asked the nurse. She asked the mailman. Nobody knew why her family had different color eyes. Finally she asked the librarian. A librarian reads a lot. A librarian works in the library. A librarian is surrounded by books. Books have information. Lots of information. The librarian looked in all her books. She called other librarians. They looked in all their books. Still, nobody knew the answer. “I’m sorry, little girl,” the librarian said. “Maybe someone will invent a computer someday. Then I will give you an answer. But for now, your big brown eyes and your sister’s big blue eyes are a big mystery.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI1NjQ2MDk*NDcmcHQ9MTI1MjU2NDc4MzY2NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41039"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/brown-and-blue-eyes"&gt;Brown and Blue Eyes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8365884363157885339?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8365884363157885339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8365884363157885339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/26brown-and-blue-eyes.html' title='26.Brown and Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-4517374460753008145</id><published>2009-09-09T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:59:50.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.At the Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looked at his watch. It was time for the bus. Where was the bus? He was at the bus stop. He stood up. He looked down the street. No bus. He looked up the street. No bus. Where in the world was the bus? It was time for the bus to arrive. He sat down on the bench. It was getting cold. The wind was blowing. He didn’t have a jacket. He was wearing shorts. He was wearing flip-flops. His head was cold. His arms were cold. His legs were cold. His feet were cold. His toes were cold. His toes were turning blue. Where was the bus? He stood up again. He looked down the street. He saw the bus! It was coming. In a minute he would be on the warm bus. In a minute his nose would be warm. His hands would be warm. His whole body would be warm. How nice! The bus arrived. But it didn’t stop. It kept going. It was the wrong bus. He looked at his watch again. Where was the bus?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI1NTg3NDM4NjkmcHQ9MTI1MjU1ODc1NzIxMyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41033"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/at-the-bus-stop"&gt;At the Bus Stop&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-4517374460753008145?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4517374460753008145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4517374460753008145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/25at-bus-stop.html' title='25.At the Bus Stop'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-6598111054375588668</id><published>2009-09-09T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:55:40.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24.Hungry Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The baby bird was in his nest. He was in his nest with his sister. Their nest was high up in the tree. They were waiting for mama bird. Mom always brought them food. They were hungry. When would mom come home? Would she bring them a worm? Would she bring them a fish? Would she bring them a piece of bread? What would mom bring them? They looked at the squirrel. The squirrel looked at them. The squirrel put a nut in their nest. The birds looked at the nut. How could they eat a nut? They didn’t have strong teeth. The squirrel has strong teeth. The baby birds had no teeth. They had beaks, but no teeth. They heard mom. They knew her voice. They knew the sound of her wings. She brought them some food. It was still warm. It was delicious. It was pizza. It was pizza with cheese. Baby birds love pizza with cheese. They were so happy. How delicious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI1NTQ4NTY1NzgmcHQ9MTI1MjU1NDg2NzgxMiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41025"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/hungry-birds"&gt;Hungry Birds&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-6598111054375588668?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6598111054375588668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6598111054375588668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/24hungry-birds.html' title='24.Hungry Birds'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1443834431251035317</id><published>2009-09-09T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:55:12.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23.Rain and Hail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dark clouds were in the sky. The sun went down. The weather got cold. The wind started to blow. Leaves blew off the trees. Paper flew through the air. People buttoned their jackets. The rain started to fall. At first it was quiet. Then it got louder. It was a storm. The rain was very loud. The man couldn’t hear his TV. He turned up the volume. Now he could hear his TV. He looked outside his door. He looked at the rain. It was pouring off his roof. It was a flood. Then he saw lightning. Then he heard thunder. It was a very cold night. The rain changed to hail. The hail was very noisy. He turned up the TV volume again. Now he could hear his TV again. He watched TV for a while. Then he looked outside again. All the cars were white. The street was white. The ground was white. The hail covered everything. The hail looked just like snow. He wanted to make a big snowman. But you can’t make a snowman out of hail. You can only make a snowman out of snow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI1NTQ*NjIwMTUmcHQ9MTI1MjU1NDQ4NzY4NyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=41023"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/rain-and-hail"&gt;Rain and Hail&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hail = ลูกเห็บ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1443834431251035317?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1443834431251035317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1443834431251035317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/23rain-and-hail.html' title='23.Rain and Hail'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5305012147722374712</id><published>2009-09-09T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:17:03.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22.Just a Cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The TV reporter coughed. Then she coughed again. The other TV reporter was worried. “Are you okay?” he asked. She couldn’t answer. She continued to cough. She coughed and coughed. The other reporter dialed 911. “What is the emergency?” the 911 person asked. “I think my friend is dying,” said the reporter. “What is your address?” asked the 911 person. “We are at 123 West Hill Street,” said the reporter. “Someone will be right there,” said the 911 person. But then the woman stopped coughing. She said she was fine. She said thanks to the other reporter. He said, “You’re welcome.” He called 911 again. He said the emergency was over. He said his friend was okay. She would not die. She was going to live. The 911 person was glad to hear that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*ODk3MTAwMDMmcHQ9MTI1MjQ4OTcxMjk1NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40904"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/just-a-cough"&gt;Just a Cough&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cough = อาการไอ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5305012147722374712?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5305012147722374712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5305012147722374712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/22just-cough.html' title='22.Just a Cough'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1148250155552351315</id><published>2009-09-09T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:00:59.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.A Clean Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He had a blue car. He loved his blue car. It was dark blue. It had four doors. It was not a new car. It was an old car. But it had new tires. It had new black tires. All four tires were new. He felt safe with his new tires. They would not blow out. He could drive everywhere with his new tires. His car was dirty. He needed to wash it. The windows were dirty. The doors were dirty. The hood was dirty. The trunk was dirty. The bumpers were dirty. The tires weren’t dirty. They were new tires. They were black and shiny. They looked good. He did not have to wash his tires. But he did have to wash his car. He put water into a bucket. He put a sponge into the bucket. He washed his car with the sponge. He dried his car with a towel. His car was shiny blue now. It looked like new. Now his old car was as shiny as his new tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*ODk1NTgyMjImcHQ9MTI1MjQ4OTU2NzMxNiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz1iYzcwZDc3ZDQ2NWI*NzMzYmRhM2E3MWE4NDc2ODkyMCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40902"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/a-clean-car"&gt;A Clean Car&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1148250155552351315?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1148250155552351315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1148250155552351315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/21a-clean-car.html' title='21.A Clean Car'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5880222376323700842</id><published>2009-09-08T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:50:37.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20.Don't Be Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was late. He was always late. Why did time always go so fast? Time always went too fast. He looked at his watch. He looked at the clock on the wall. They both said 6:10. He had to leave in 10 minutes. But first he had to shave. Then he had to brush his teeth. Then he had to get dressed. Shaving took time. Brushing his teeth took time. Getting dressed took time. But he had only 10 minutes. So he turned off the TV. He turned off the radio, too. He turned off the table lamp. He went into the bathroom. He shaved. He brushed his teeth. He went into his bedroom. He got dressed. He looked at his watch. He looked at the clock on the wall. They both said 6:25. He had to hurry. He went out to his car. He drove fast. He slowed down at a stop sign. A cop saw him. The cop wrote him a ticket. “Why didn’t you stop at the stop sign?” the cop asked. “But officer, I was in a hurry,” he said. The cop gave him the ticket. The cop said, “Leave home earlier next time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*ODI1ODg3MzgmcHQ9MTI1MjQ4MjU5OTMwMCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40890"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/singthong/music/dont-be-late"&gt;Don't Be Late&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5880222376323700842?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5880222376323700842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5880222376323700842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/20dont-be-late.html' title='20.Don&apos;t Be Late'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-7409018148821088407</id><published>2009-09-08T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:06:27.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19.God Loves Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The husband and wife wanted to have a baby. They prayed for a baby. God answered their prayers. The doctor said they were going to have a baby. The wife asked, “How many?” The doctor said he didn’t know yet. The husband and wife were very happy. Now they would have a baby. They both wanted to have a baby. They visited the doctor a month later. He examined the wife. He used a special machine. He saw the baby. He saw more than one baby. He saw two babies. He saw more than two babies. He counted the babies. He told the wife, “You will have more than one baby. You will have eight babies.” The wife couldn’t believe it. Her husband couldn’t believe it. Eight babies! “We will have a big family,” said the husband. “We will have a very big family,” said the wife. “But how can we pay for all these babies?” asked the husband. “We can pay for one baby. But eight babies cost a lot of money. How can we pay for eight babies?” The wife said, “We will find a way. God will help us find a way.” They both smiled. They would have a big happy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzYyODQ2NTYmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3NjM1ODkyMSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40873"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/god-loves-babies"&gt;God Loves Babies&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-7409018148821088407?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7409018148821088407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7409018148821088407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/19god-loves-babies.html' title='19.God Loves Babies'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-2038825679523647963</id><published>2009-09-08T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:02:05.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18.Corn For People and Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The farmer drives a tractor. The tractor digs up the ground. He plants yellow corn in the ground. He plants the yellow corn in the spring. The corn grows in the summer. The rain helps the corn grow. If there is no rain, the corn dies. If there is a lot of rain, there is a lot of corn. He harvests the yellow corn in late summer. He sells the corn at his vegetable stand. He sells one ear for 25 cents. He sells four ears for $1. He sells all his corn in just one month. The neighbors love his corn. The corn is fresh. It is bright yellow. It is tasty. It is delicious. The birds love his corn, too. They don’t pay for it. They eat it while it is in the field. They don’t cook it. They eat it raw. The farmer doesn’t get angry. Birds have to eat, too. So do cows. The farmer has one cow. He gives his cow fresh corn every summer. The cow loves the corn. It eats a lot of yellow corn in the summer. Sometimes it makes yellow milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzYwODU2ODcmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3NjA5MTY3MSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40872"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/corn-for-people-and-animals"&gt;Corn For People and Animals&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-2038825679523647963?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/2038825679523647963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/2038825679523647963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/18corn-for-people-and-animals.html' title='18.Corn For People and Animals'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5819906124408340821</id><published>2009-09-08T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:59:18.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17.Tell The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was angry. She was angry at her husband. He lied to her. He lied many times. She was tired of his lies. She said enough was enough. She took off her ring. She dropped it into the toilet. She flushed the toilet. She got into her car. She got on the freeway. She drove the car fast. She was crying. She was very sad. She drove the car faster. She passed many cars. The speed limit was 60 mph. She was going 80 mph. A cop saw her. The cop chased her. The cop turned on his red light. He turned on his siren. She heard the cop car. She saw the flashing light. She drove faster. Now she was going 90 mph. The cop drove faster. It started to rain. She didn’t slow down. She lost control. The car rolled over. It rolled over and over. She died before it came to a stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzU5MjAxMDkmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3NTkyODI5NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40871"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/tell-the-truth"&gt;Tell The Truth&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5819906124408340821?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5819906124408340821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5819906124408340821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/17tell-truth.html' title='17.Tell The Truth'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-181069921574226074</id><published>2009-09-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:56:41.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16.Life Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am happy. I have many friends. I have a large family. I have four brothers and four sisters. I am in the middle. Four brothers are older than me. Four sisters are younger than me. I go to school. I am in the sixth grade. I like my teachers. My teachers like me. I have friends in every class. My favorite class is history. I like to read about history. History is a story about our past. Soon we will all be history. Then kids in school will read about us. I hope they like our stories. My best friend is Bobby. Bobby and I do many things together. We swim together. We play basketball together. We ride our bikes together. I have many other friends. We all go to the mall on weekends. We go to movies. We go to restaurants. We tell jokes. We laugh. We have fun. Life is great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzU3NjUwNDYmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3NTc3MDAwMCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40870"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/life-is-good"&gt;Life Is Good&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-181069921574226074?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/181069921574226074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/181069921574226074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/16life-is-good.html' title='16.Life Is Good'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8307018957136753048</id><published>2009-09-08T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:11:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15.No Friends for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am lonely. I am always by myself. I meet people every day. I smile at them. I say hello. I am nice to them. I want to have a friend. But I have no friends. What is wrong with me? I am polite. I am friendly. I am nice. I am kind. Why don’t people like me? All I want is one friend. Everyone has one friend. I always see people with their friends. They laugh with each other. They have fun with each other. They do things with each other. What about me? I am by myself. I watch TV by myself. I go to movies by myself. I go to restaurants by myself. I go to the park by myself. I told my mother that I am lonely. She said it is my fault. “Why?” I asked. She said, “Because you never ask anyone to be with you.” My mom is right. I never ask people to be with me. I am afraid they will say no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzI5MTEwOTMmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3Mjk1ODYwOSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40867"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/no-friends-for-me"&gt;No Friends for Me&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8307018957136753048?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8307018957136753048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8307018957136753048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/15no-friends-for-me.html' title='15.No Friends for Me'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8158667451440487590</id><published>2009-09-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:06:48.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14.New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She is young. Her shoes are old. She wears them to work. She goes to work five days a week. She loves her work. She is a waitress. She works at a restaurant. The restaurant is near her home. She walks to the restaurant. She stands up all day long. She is young and strong. But her shoes are not. They are old. She saw an ad in the paper. All shoes were on sale at the shoe store. She walked into the store. She looked around. She saw some black shoes. They looked good. She tried them on. They were very comfortable. They felt good. They were only $25. She paid cash. She wore them home. She felt good. She was ready for work the next day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzI3Nzc1MTUmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3Mjc4MjIwMyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40866"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/new-shoes"&gt;New Shoes&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8158667451440487590?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8158667451440487590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8158667451440487590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/14new-shoes.html' title='14.New Shoes'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3048260945191445540</id><published>2009-09-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:04:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13.No Food, No Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am an adult. I’m not a kid. I’m a grown-up. I need some money. I have no food. I am hungry. I am not thirsty, because water is everywhere. But water has no taste. I want to drink a soda. I want to drink milk. I want to drink coffee. I want to work. Nobody will hire me. Nobody is hiring anybody. Companies are firing people. Companies are laying off people. Everyone is looking for a job. I cannot pay my rent. I will have to live in my car. I don’t want to live in my car. My car has no bed. Everyone should live in a house or an apartment. Many people don’t have a car. They live on the street. A street has no bed. Nobody should live on the street. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. Maybe I will go to church. Maybe I will find help there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzI1NDc3OTYmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3MjU1MTE*MCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40865"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/no-food-no-job"&gt;No Food, No Job&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3048260945191445540?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3048260945191445540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3048260945191445540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/13no-food-no-job.html' title='13.No Food, No Job'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3544307946722088340</id><published>2009-09-08T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:03:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12.A Good Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The children were hungry. They looked out the window. Where was their mother? She walked into the house. The children ran over to her. “Mama, we’re so hungry,” they both said. She said lunch was coming. She walked into the kitchen. She opened a can of chicken soup. She poured the soup into a pot. She added water. She put the pot on the stove. She made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She sliced an apple. The soup was hot. She poured it into two bowls. She put the sandwiches on two plates. She put apple slices on each plate. She put the bowls and plates on the table. The children ran to the table. “Thank you, mommy!” they said. Then they started eating. The cat and the dog watched them eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40864"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/a-good-meal"&gt;A Good Meal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3544307946722088340?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3544307946722088340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3544307946722088340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/12a-good-meal.html' title='12.A Good Meal'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3561647832774898262</id><published>2009-09-08T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:40:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11.Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The two brothers loved each other. But sometimes they argued with each other. Sometimes they yelled at each other. Sometimes they pushed each other. Sometimes they hit each other. Sometimes they got into a fight with each other. Bobby was the older brother. Billy was the younger brother. Bobby was older than Billy. Billy was younger than Bobby. Bobby climbed into a tree. His kite was in the tree. He could not reach his kite. He fell out of the tree. Billy laughed. He laughed when he saw Bobby fall to the ground. Bobby was not hurt. But he was angry. “Why are you laughing?” he asked Billy. “That was funny!” Billy said. Bobby said it wasn’t funny. Billy said it was funny. Bobby pushed Billy. Billy pushed Bobby. Bobby punched Billy in the stomach. Billy punched Bobby in the stomach. They put their arms around each other. They wrestled on the ground. They rolled around and around. Their mom came outside. “What are you two doing?” she asked. She separated them. She said, “You shouldn’t hit each other. That’s not nice. Wait till your father gets home.” She sent them to their rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*NzExNzcyNTAmcHQ9MTI1MjQ3MTE4NjI2NSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40863"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/boys-will-be-boys"&gt;Boys Will Be Boys&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3561647832774898262?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3561647832774898262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3561647832774898262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/11boys-will-be-boys.html' title='11.Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-3191938344764924842</id><published>2009-09-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T02:06:00.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10.Today's Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The mailman put the mail in the mailbox. Dad went outside. He said hello to the mailman. The mailman said hello. Dad opened the mailbox and took out a magazine and two letters. One letter was from his sister. The other letter was from his brother. The magazine was for his wife. It was a garden magazine. His wife liked to work in the garden. She grew flowers and vegetables in the garden. Dad went back into the house. He opened both letters. His sister invited him to a birthday party. His brother invited him to a wedding. Dad enjoyed reading the letters. He enjoyed getting the invitations. He picked up the phone. He left a message for his sister. He would come to the birthday party. He also called his brother. He said he would come to the wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*MDA2NzQ5MjEmcHQ9MTI1MjQwMDcxMTY3MSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40714"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/todays-mail"&gt;Today's Mail&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-3191938344764924842?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3191938344764924842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/3191938344764924842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/10todays-mail.html' title='10.Today&apos;s Mail'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-4944817459663289233</id><published>2009-09-08T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:57:11.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9.In the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mama was in the garden. “What are you doing?” Johnny asked. She said she was planting roses. Roses are flowers. They are very pretty. They are usually red. Roses have thorns. His mama said, “Thorns will stick you. Be careful around thorns.” Johnny went to the front yard. His dog Rex was waiting for him. Johnny picked up a stick and threw it. Rex chased the stick. He brought the stick back. Johnny ran around the house. Rex chased him. Johnny ran through the garden. Rex ran through the garden. Mom yelled at Johnny and Rex. She told them to play somewhere else. She told them to stay out of the garden. Johnny apologized to his mom. He went to the garage and got his bike. He went for a bike ride. Rex ran next to the bike.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTI*MDAxMjE*NjgmcHQ9MTI1MjQwMDE2MTA*NiZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40712"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/in-the-garden"&gt;In the Garden&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-4944817459663289233?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4944817459663289233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4944817459663289233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/9in-garden.html' title='9.In the Garden'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8414456467564923439</id><published>2009-09-08T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:52:20.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8.A Birthday Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;January 7 is Benny’s birthday. He will be eight years old. He is in the third grade. He goes to Park Elementary School. An elementary school is for kids. It is only one mile away. He walks to school. It only takes 20 minutes. When it rains, he wears a raincoat. He used to take an umbrella. But he lost the umbrella. His mother gave him another umbrella. He broke that one. His mom said, “You and umbrellas don’t get along.” For his eighth birthday, Benny wants a bicycle. He can ride the bike to school. After school he can ride with his friends. He can ride the bike to the swimming pool. He can ride the bike to the library. His mom and dad took him to the bike store. They asked him to look at the bikes. He looked at all the bikes. He chose a red bike. He showed his parents. Dad said it cost too much. He told Benny to choose another bike. Benny chose a blue bike. Dad said the blue bike was the right price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzOTk4ODgwNzgmcHQ9MTI1MjM5OTg5OTU3OCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40711"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/a-birthday-bike"&gt;A Birthday Bike&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8414456467564923439?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8414456467564923439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8414456467564923439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/8a-birthday-bike.html' title='8.A Birthday Bike'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-7124476920708613050</id><published>2009-09-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:45:51.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7.Ask Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is December. That means it is Christmas time. Christmas time means Santa Claus is coming. Sara and Billy love Christmas. They love Santa Claus. They love the gifts from Santa. Last year they got nice gifts. Sara got a teddy bear and a rubber duck. Billy got a green boat and a rubber duck. The rubber ducks float. When Sara takes a bath, her pink duck floats in the water. When Billy takes a bath, his blue duck floats in the water. One time Billy put a goldfish into the tub. It swam for a while. Then it died. He buried it in the back yard. He was sad. This year Sara and Billy want bicycles. Sara wants a red bike. Billy wants a blue bike. Mama said she would talk to daddy. Sara asked mama, “Why don’t you talk to Santa?” Mama said, “That’s a good idea. When daddy comes home, he and I will talk to Santa.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzOTk*OTIxMDkmcHQ9MTI1MjM5OTQ5Nzk1MyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40710"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/ask-santa"&gt;Ask Santa&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-7124476920708613050?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7124476920708613050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/7124476920708613050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/7ask-santa.html' title='7.Ask Santa'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1659668051689002821</id><published>2009-09-08T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:35:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6.The Top Bunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He and his brother slept in a bunk bed. He had the bottom bunk. His brother had the top bunk. The top bunk had a guard rail. The rail kept the sleeper safe. His brother didn’t like the rail. He always left it down. One time his brother fell out of the top bunk. He hit the carpet and woke up. He said, “Ouch!” Then he climbed back into the top bunk. When he woke up the next day, his back was sore. Mom took him to see the doctor. The doctor examined him. The doctor said he was okay. He said to keep the guard rail up. His brother said he would do that. That night his brother climbed into the top bunk again. He left the guard rail down. He said the guard rail was like jail. He didn’t want to feel like he was in jail. He fell asleep. Then he fell out of the top bunk again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzOTg4ODM*MDYmcHQ9MTI1MjM5ODkwMTc4MSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40707"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/the-top-bunk"&gt;The Top Bunk&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1659668051689002821?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1659668051689002821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1659668051689002821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/6the-top-bunk.html' title='6.The Top Bunk'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-4484547456853541174</id><published>2009-09-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:38:29.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5.An Apple Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The tree was full of red apples. The farmer was riding his brown horse. He stopped under the tree. He reached out and picked an apple off a branch. He bit into the raw apple. He enjoyed the apple. His horse turned its head to look at him. The farmer picked another apple off the tree. He gave it to the horse. The horse ate the raw apple. The horse enjoyed the apple. The farmer put a dozen apples into a bag. He rode the horse back home. He put the horse in the barn. He walked into his house. The cat rubbed up against his leg. He gave the cat a bowl of warm milk. He sat down on the sofa. He opened a book to read. His wife came home. She cooked the raw apples. She made an apple pie. They ate bread and hot soup for dinner. They enjoyed the bread and soup. They had hot apple pie for dessert. They both enjoyed the apple pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzODM3ODkxNTYmcHQ9MTI1MjM4Mzg2MDIwMyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40687"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/an-apple-pie"&gt;An Apple Pie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-4484547456853541174?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4484547456853541174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4484547456853541174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-pie.html' title='5.An Apple Pie'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5051383872761402739</id><published>2009-09-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:37:33.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.The Baby Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The baby bear followed his mama. Mama bear walked through the woods. She was looking for berries to eat. She found some black berries. She started eating them. The baby started eating them, too. They ate all the berries. Baby bear was full. Mama bear was still hungry. She started walking again. She wanted to find more berries to eat. Baby bear lay down. He was full. He wanted to take a nap. But mama bear came back. She growled at baby bear. He understood mama’s growl. When mama growled, he obeyed. He got up and followed his mama. Someday he would take a nap after a meal. A squirrel ran up a tree with a nut. It dropped the nut and ran back down to the ground. It picked up the nut and looked at baby bear. Then it ran back up the tree. Baby bear did not like nuts. They were too hard to open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzODMxMzU3MzQmcHQ9MTI1MjM4MzIwNzM3NSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40685"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/the-baby-bear"&gt;The Baby Bear&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Upload Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5051383872761402739?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5051383872761402739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5051383872761402739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-bear.html' title='4.The Baby Bear'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-142959070709558969</id><published>2009-09-07T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:37:13.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.A Cat and a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The black cat jumped up onto the chair. It looked down at the white dog. The dog was chewing on a bone. The cat jumped onto the dog. The dog kept chewing the bone. The cat played with the dog’s tail. The dog kept chewing the bone. The cat jumped back onto the chair. It started licking its paws. The dog stood up. It looked at the cat. It licked the cat’s fur. The cat licked the dog’s nose. The dog went back to its bone. A boy ran through the room. He was wearing a yellow shirt. He almost ran into the chair. The cat jumped off the chair. The cat jumped onto the sofa. The chair fell onto the floor next to the dog. The dog stopped chewing the bone. The dog chased the boy. The boy ran out to the street. He threw a stick. The dog chased the stick. The dog lay down. It chewed on the stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzODE1MDE1NDYmcHQ9MTI1MjM4MTUzNzE*MCZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40682"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/a-cat-and-a-dog"&gt;A Cat and a dog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-142959070709558969?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/142959070709558969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/142959070709558969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/cat-and-dog.html' title='3.A Cat and a Dog'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-4093479324719652876</id><published>2009-09-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:36:40.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.Birds and a baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The baby was lying on her back. A blue bird flew in through the window. The blue bird had blue eyes. It sat on the baby’s crib. The bird had a bell around its neck. The bell rang. The baby smiled. The baby reached for the bell. The bird shook its head. The bell fell off the bird’s neck. It fell next to the baby. The baby picked up the bell. The baby rang the bell. Another blue bird flew in through the window. This blue bird also had blue eyes. The baby had brown eyes. The birds looked at the baby. The baby looked at the birds. The baby rang the bell again. Both birds flew away. The baby started to cry. His mama came into the room. The baby smiled. Mama saw the bell. She asked the baby where the bell came from. The baby pointed at the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzODA*MzkzNDMmcHQ9MTI1MjM4MDQ1NTUzMSZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40680"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/birds-and-a-baby"&gt;Birds and a baby&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/"&gt;Music Upload&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-4093479324719652876?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4093479324719652876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/4093479324719652876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds-and-baby.html' title='2.Birds and a baby'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-248427740310530647</id><published>2009-09-07T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:46:07.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.A Baby and a Sock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The mother gave her baby a red apple. The baby tried to eat the apple. His mouth was too small. And he didn’t have any teeth. His brother took the apple. His brother ate the apple. The baby cried. His brother gave the baby a blue ball to play with. The baby smiled. His brother took the ball from the baby. He rolled the ball on the floor. The brown and white dog picked up the ball. The dog chewed on the ball. The baby cried again. His brother picked up the cat. He put the cat on the bed with the baby. The baby pulled the cat’s tail. The cat jumped off the bed. The dog chased the cat. The baby cried again. His brother let the baby hold a sock. The baby played with the sock. The baby was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTIzNzk3MDU3MTgmcHQ9MTI1MjM3OTc2MjkzNyZwPTE4NTM5MSZkPSZnPTEmbz*xYTcxZmVlNDM2NmI*MTdkOWRjODE1NmE4ZTYwNTRhYyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.muziboo.com/swf/new_player.swf" width="272" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="song_id=40676"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="size: 0.8em"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/nethivath/music/a-baby-and-a-sock"&gt;A Baby and a Sock&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.muziboo.com/song/record-online"&gt;Online recorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Memory Tip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381623966831907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/Sq9efBm-khI/AAAAAAAABFg/Ct01ETamXF0/s320/language-skills.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ฟัง+ฟัง+ฟัง หนทางสู่ความสำเร็จครับ..จากรูปข้างบนจะเห็นว่า อินพุตคือ การฟัง และเอาต์พุต คือการพูด&lt;strong&gt; ผลแห่งการพูด ก็คือ เหตุแห่งการฟัง&lt;/strong&gt; นั่นเองครับ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;หลังจากฟังแล้วถ้าเบื่อให้ลองไปหาหนังมาดู ดูเป็นภาษาไทยก่อนก็ได้แล้วค่อยไปเปิดซับ จากนั้นเปลี่ยนจากซับไทยเป็นอังกฤษ ดูหลายๆรอบ และปิดซับอักกฤษจนเหลือแต่ฟังเป็นภาษาอังกฤษอย่างเดียว&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;บางช่วงเวลาก็ลองเปลี่ยนมาฟังเพลงดูก็ดีเหมือนกัน จะทำให้มีความสุขเพลิดเพลินและผ่อนคลายไปด้วยเป็นเทคนิคที่เรียนโดยไม่รู้ตัว เพราะสาระสำคัญจริงๆ ก็คือ เข้าใจในภาษาอังกฤษที่เรากำลังฟัง ส่วนการจำในสิ่งที่ฟัง ขอให้ปล่อยเป็นไปตามธรรมชาติและเวลาที่เหมาะสมเองครับ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;หลักการง่ายๆของผมคือ ฟังช้าๆซ้ำๆซากๆ จำเจ ทุกวันโดยไม่เบื่อ..ครับ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-248427740310530647?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/248427740310530647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/248427740310530647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-and-sock.html' title='1.A Baby and a Sock'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/Sq9efBm-khI/AAAAAAAABFg/Ct01ETamXF0/s72-c/language-skills.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-6299977204797347051</id><published>2009-09-04T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:18:51.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream from My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD5Gc1gcFI/AAAAAAAABCo/eOcSykCmg0A/s1600-h/227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377571844295520338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD5Gc1gcFI/AAAAAAAABCo/eOcSykCmg0A/s320/227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barack Obama : Dream from My Father&lt;br /&gt;(บารัค โอบามา ผมลิขิตชีวิตเอง)+ Ebook ทั้งเล่ม&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เป็นหนังสือเล่มแรกที่โอบามาเขียนขึ้นสมัยได้รับเลือกตั้งให้ดำรงตำแหน่งประธาน ฮาร์เวิร์ด ลอว์ รีวิว ซึ่งเป็นนิตยสารด้านกฎหมายที่มีชื่อเสียงที่สุดของอเมริกา&lt;br /&gt;เป็นหนังสือที่ได้รับคำชมและเสียงวิจารณ์ในทางบวกถึงศักยภาพด้านงานเขียนถึงขนาดที่นิตยสารไทม์เขียนแสดงความเห็นว่า นี่คือบันทึกประสบการณ์ชีวิตที่ดีที่สุดที่เขียนขึ้นโดยนักการเมืองอเมริกัน&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;หนังสือเล่มนี้คืออัตชีวประวัติที่แสดงให้เห็นถึงตัวตน รากเหง้า เบ้าหลอมของนักการเมืองว่าที่เป็นประธานาธิบดีสหรัฐอเมริกาเพื่อคลี่คลายปมปัญหาที่ติดค้างอยู่ในใจตัวเองตลอดเวลา เขาซึ่งไม่ใช่ทั้งคนขวาและคนดำ อยู่ในสังกัดใด และควรดำเนินชีวิตอย่างไรการเติบโตระหว่างวัฒนธรรมคนขาวและคนดำ ทำให้เด็กชายโอบามา รู้สึกตัวเองไร้สังกัดอยู่ตลอดเวลา และเขาก็เรียนผิดเรียนถูกมาตลอดเหมือนเด็กอเมริกันคนอื่น&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-6299977204797347051?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6299977204797347051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6299977204797347051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-from-my-father-a010.html' title='Dream from My Father'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD5Gc1gcFI/AAAAAAAABCo/eOcSykCmg0A/s72-c/227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-6954118383126336739</id><published>2009-09-04T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:17:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audacity of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD2565jSyI/AAAAAAAABCg/cuGlXgd5A2s/s1600-h/226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377569430003993378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD2565jSyI/AAAAAAAABCg/cuGlXgd5A2s/s320/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Audacity of Hope&lt;br /&gt;(กล้าหวังกล้าเปลี่ยน) + Ebook ทั้งเล่ม &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เป็นงานเขียนเล่มที่สองของ บารัค โอบามา วุฒิสมาชิกจากพรรคเดโมแครต ตัวแทนเข้าชิงตำแหน่งประธานาธิบดีสหรัฐฯ เป็นงานที่สะท้อนความคิดความอ่านของโอบามาต่อประเด็นปัญหาต่างๆ ของสหรัฐฯ ทั้งการเมือง เศรษฐกิจ สังคม ปัญหาการบางแยกผิวสี ความยากจน การศึกษา เศรษฐกิจ สังคม ปัญหาระดับโลกและลงมาถึงระดับครอบครัว การแบ่งแยกขั้วทางการเมืองของคนในประเทศอย่างเด่นชัด เป็นงานเขียนที่สะท้อนความรู้ ความลุ่มลึก วิสัยทัศน์กว้างไกลและจุดยืนอันหนักแน่นของนักการเมืองหนุ่มคนนนี้ ปูทางให้เราเห็นแนวนโยบายทางการเมืองของเขาได้ชัดเจนขึ้น แต่เขียนด้วยลีลาการเขียนเหมือนเรื่องเล่าที่มีชีวิตชีวาน่าติดตาม สอดประสานไปกับประสบการณ์จริงในแวดวงการเมืองที่เขาเข้าไปสัมผัส&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-6954118383126336739?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6954118383126336739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6954118383126336739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/audacity-of-hope-a009.html' title='The Audacity of Hope'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqD2565jSyI/AAAAAAAABCg/cuGlXgd5A2s/s72-c/226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5959463659888523284</id><published>2009-09-04T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:17:17.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDVFAswW4I/AAAAAAAABCM/PdTIi-g4Xt0/s1600-h/Angels-Demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377532237144152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDVFAswW4I/AAAAAAAABCM/PdTIi-g4Xt0/s320/Angels-Demons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons เทวดากับซาตาน&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(ความยาว 16 ชั่วโมง) + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ก่อนการผจญภัยในฝรั่งเศสกับอังกฤษที่สร้างความตื่นเต้นระทึกใจใน "The Da Vinci Code" โรเบิร์ต แลงดอน ศาสตราจารย์ด้านศาสตร์สัญลักษณ์แห่งมหาวิทยาลัยฮาร์วาร์ด เคยแทบจะเอาชีวิตไม่รอดในนครรัฐวาติกันมาแล้ว เมื่อต้องเข้าไปเกี่ยวข้องในความขัดแย้งระหว่างศาสนากับวิทยาศาสตร์ ที่มีสมาคมโบราณซึ่งเชื่อกันว่าสูญหายไปนานแล้วเข้ามาพัวพันอยู่ด้วยอะไร จะเกิดขึ้นเมื่อสมเด็จพระสันตะปาปาสิ้นพระชนม์กะทันหันและการเลือกตั้ง ประมุขแห่งคริสตจักรคาทอลิกองค์ใหม่ตกอยู่ในความโกลาหลวุ่นวาย เมื่อพระคาร์ดินัลตัวเก็งสี่รูปถูกลักพาตัวและสังหารโหดทีละรายตามจุดต่างๆ ทั่วกรุงโรมโดยแลงดอนจะต้องพยายามช่วยให้ทันเวลาพบกับการผจญภัยครั้ง แรกที่สนุกเข้มข้นไม่แพ้ครั้งที่สอง&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5959463659888523284?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5959463659888523284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5959463659888523284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/angels-demons-a008.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDVFAswW4I/AAAAAAAABCM/PdTIi-g4Xt0/s72-c/Angels-Demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1318620660312259949</id><published>2009-09-04T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:16:43.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDSL9yn47I/AAAAAAAABCE/t7TUlzrgKTk/s1600-h/The-Dark-Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377529058087658418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDSL9yn47I/AAAAAAAABCE/t7TUlzrgKTk/s320/The-Dark-Tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dark Tower Audiobooks ความยาว 120 ชั่วโมง&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Tower สุดยอดมหากาพย์ของราชานิยายเขย่าขวัญ สตีเฟน คิง ที่ใช้เวลาเขียนถึง 30 ปี มีทั้งสิ้น 7 ตอน เข้มข้นด้วยเรื่องราวที่ผสมผสานทั้งจินตนาการเหนือชั้น และการผจญ ภัยลุ้นระทึกของมือปืนคนสุดท้าย ในโลกพิสดาร เพื่อค้นหา "หอคอยทมิฬ" ซึ่งเป็นกระจุกเครือข่ายแห่งอภิกาลเวลา&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Dark Tower I - The Gunslinger &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.The Dark Tower II - The Drawing of the Three&lt;br /&gt;3.The Dark Tower III - The Wastelands &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.The Dark Tower IV - Wizard and Glass &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.The Dark Tower V - Wolves of the Calla&lt;br /&gt;6.The Dark Tower VI - Song of Susannah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.The Dark Tower VII - The Dark Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;การค้นหาหอคอยทมิฬเริ่มขึ้นอย่างเลวร้าย โรแลนด์ เดสเชน มือปืนถูกกุ้งประหลาดกระหายเลือดโจมตี จนเสียนิ้วมือขวาสองนิ้ว หากเขายังดั้นด้นต่อจนพบประตูสามบานแล้ว "เบิกตัว" คนสามคนซึ่งจะเป็นจุดพลิกผันสำคัญในการ ค้นหาหอคอย...คนแรกคือ เอ็ดดี ดีน "คนโทษ" ผู้ตกเป็นทาสเฮโรอีน คนที่สอง โอเดตตา โฮล์มส์ หญิงผิวดำขาด้วนสองบุคลิก ซ้ำร้าย "เด็ตตา" ซึ่งเป็นบุคลิกเหี้ยมโหดยังคิดฆ่า โรแลนด์และเอ็ดดีประตูบานสุดท้ายเปิดไปสู่สมองของแจ็ก มอร์ต ฆาตกรโรคจิต ซึ่งกุมชะตาชีวิตเพื่อนร่วมทางทั้งหมดของโรแลนด์เอาไว้ มือปืนจะรับมือกับความเพี้ยนพิสดารของ คนเหล่านี้ได้อย่างไร ขณะที่สังขารของตัวเองเหนื่อยล้าเต็มทนบนเส้นทางสู่หอคอยทมิฬ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1318620660312259949?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1318620660312259949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1318620660312259949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-tower-audiobooks-a007.html' title='The Dark Tower'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDSL9yn47I/AAAAAAAABCE/t7TUlzrgKTk/s72-c/The-Dark-Tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-5231041942218214101</id><published>2009-09-04T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:15:19.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Dark Materials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDPJHS7HmI/AAAAAAAABB8/r8EU-b5qroc/s1600-h/His-Dark-Materials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377525710564564578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDPJHS7HmI/AAAAAAAABB8/r8EU-b5qroc/s320/His-Dark-Materials.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Dark Materials ธุลีปริศนา&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Northern Lights (ความยาว 10 ชั่วโมง 18 นาที) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.The Subtle Knife (ความยาว 9 ชั่วโมง) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.The Amber Spyglass (ความยาว 14 ชั่วโมง) &lt;br /&gt;4.Lyra's Oxford (ความยาว 47 นาที) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ออกซ์ฟอร์ดของไลรา เป็นหนังสือเรื่องสั้นโดยฟิลิป พูลแมน โดยเขียนเพื่อเป็นวรรณกรรมภาคต่อจากวรรณกรรมไตรภาค ธุลีปริศนา เรื่องราวเกิดขึ้นเมื่อ ไลรา ลิ้นเงินมีอายุได้ 15 ปี สองปีหลังจากจบวรรณกรรมไตรภาคไปแล้ว [1] หนังสือเล่มนี้ตีพิมพ์ออกมาเพื่อให้เหล่าแฟนๆ ได้อ่านระหว่างที่พูลแมนกำลังเขียนหนังสือเรื่อง คัมภีร์แห่งฝุ่นธุลี และยังดำเนินเนื้อเรื่องต่อจากวรรณกรรมไตรภาคอีกด้วย&lt;br /&gt;หนังสือชุดนี้เป็นวรรณกรรมเยาวชนที่ได้รับความนิยมอย ่างสูงทั่วโลก เป็น International Bestseller มีผู้ติดตาม เป็นแฟนพันธุ์แท้ของหนังสือชุดนี้มากมาย ตั้งแต่เด็กไปจนถึงผู้ใหญ่ แค่ผู้เขียน Phillip Pullman เขียนช้าไปหน่อย ก็ได้รับจดหมายเตือนจากแฟนๆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;หนังสือชุดนี้ ทำให้ Phillip Pullman กลายเป็นนักเขียนที่โด่งดังในชั่วข้ามคืน ไม่แพ้ J.K. Rowling ทั้งยังได้รับการยกย่องว่าเป็นอัจฉริยะทางวรรณคดี และถูกนำไปเปรียบเทียบกับนักเขียนอังกฤษ ที่มีชื่อหลายคน&lt;br /&gt;เป็นหนังสือแนวแฟนตาซีที่แสดงออกถึงจินตนาการขั้นสูง ของผู้เขียน มีตัวละครและสิ่งของแปลกๆ ที่น่าสนใจ มากมาย ไม่ว่าจะเป็น "ภูตประจำตัว" "หมีสวมเกราะ" "แม่มด" "นักบอลลูน" "เครื่องวัดความจริง" "มีดนิรมิต" และอื่นๆ ทำให้ผู้อ่านรู้สึกตื่นตาตื่นใจ และคาดไม่ถึงอยู่ตลอดเวลา&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แม้จะเป็นเรื่องแนวแฟนตาซี แต่ในขณะเดียวกันก็มีความสมจริงอยู่มาก เพราะตัวละครส่วนใหญ่ ก็เป็น มนุษย์ธรรมดา ที่มีความคิดและความรู้สึกเหมือนผู้อ่าน ซึ่งจะทำให้ผู้อ่านรู้สึกเป็นหนึ่งเดียวกับ ตัวละครได้ง่าย แม้แต่ตัวละคร ที่เป็นสิ่งมีชีวิตเหนือจริงในเรื่อง ก็สะท้อนสิ่งที่เป็นจริงในตัวมนุษย์ ไม่ใช่แค่ตัวประดับเรื่อง&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เป็นหนังสือที่อ่านได้ทุกเพศทุกวัย แม้ในต่างประเทศจะถูกจัดไว้ในกลุ่มผู้อ่าน Young Adult แต่ปรากฏว่า ผู้ที่อ่านหนังสือเล่มนี้กลับเป็นคนทุกประเภท มีทั้งพ่อแม่ที่อ่านให้ลูกฟัง ลูกที่อ่านแล้วแนะนำให้พ่อแม่อ่าน และ ฯลฯ สรุปง่ายๆ คือ เป็นหนังสือที่เด็กอ่านได้ผู้ใหญ่อ่านดี&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;หนังสือทุกเล่มในชุดนี้ ได้รับรางวัลในการประกวดหนังสือต่างๆ มากมาย โดยเฉพาะหนังสือ เล่ม 3 สู่เส้นทางมรณะ (The Amber Spyglass) ได้รับคัดเลือกเป็นหนังสือแห่งปี รางวัล Whitbread ซึ่งนับเป็นวรรณกรรมเยาวชน เล่มแรกที่ได้รับรางวัลนี้ และทำให้ผู้เขียนได้รับรางวัลนักเขียนแห่งปี ของ Booksellers Association ด้วย ซึ่งเป็นการรับประกันได้เลยว่า แม้จะเป็นหนังสือภาคต่อ แต่ก็สนุกไม่แพ้ (หรือมากกว่า) เล่มแรกและเล่มสองแน่นอน &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-5231041942218214101?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5231041942218214101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/5231041942218214101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/his-dark-materials-a006.html' title='His Dark Materials'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDPJHS7HmI/AAAAAAAABB8/r8EU-b5qroc/s72-c/His-Dark-Materials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-144111527752404128</id><published>2009-09-04T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:14:32.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDDcPDAwEI/AAAAAAAABB0/O1pk3HdT-5g/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377512844923289666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDDcPDAwEI/AAAAAAAABB0/O1pk3HdT-5g/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eragon AudioBooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;จากนวนิยายแนวผจญภัยล้ำจินตนาการสุดแฟนตาซีสำหรับเยาวชนของ คริสโตเฟอร์ เปาลินี (Christopher Paolini) ที่ขายเป็นประวัติการณ์ไปทั่วโลก ซึ่งเป็นเล่มแรกใน ไตรภาคแห่งการสืบทอด (Inheritance Trilogy) ของนักประพันธ์หนุ่มว่าด้วยเทพนิยายอมตะแต่เลิศล้ำร่วมสมัย&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Eragon ภาค 1 + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF)&lt;br /&gt;2.Eldest ภาค 2 + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.Brisingr ภาค 3 + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-144111527752404128?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/144111527752404128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/144111527752404128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/eragon-audiobooks-a005.html' title='The Eragon'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqDDcPDAwEI/AAAAAAAABB0/O1pk3HdT-5g/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-6389814269630495153</id><published>2009-09-03T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:13:51.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ติดต่อเรา</title><content type='html'>No Update...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-6389814269630495153?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6389814269630495153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6389814269630495153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='ติดต่อเรา'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8684339407582668440</id><published>2009-09-03T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:13:14.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicle of Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqC0n4ZcegI/AAAAAAAABBk/JdWCpHXDtLA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377496552327379458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqC0n4ZcegI/AAAAAAAABBk/JdWCpHXDtLA/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Chronicle of Narnia AudioBooks หนังสือชุดนาร์เนีย มีดังนี้&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;รวมหนังสือ นาเนีย 7 เล่ม สนุกมากๆวรรณกรรมเยาวชน อมตะตลอดกาล&lt;br /&gt;การผจญภัยของมนุษย์ในดินแดนมหัศจรรย์ ที่ทุกคนต่างรู้สึกว่า มันไม่น่าจะมีจริงได้ มิตรภาพ และความสนุกมากมายได้ถูกก่อตัวขึ้นภายในดินแดนแห่งนี้ ที่ชื่อว่า “นาร์เนีย”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.กำเนิดนาร์เนีย (The Magician's Nephew)&lt;br /&gt;2.ตู้พิศวง (The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe)&lt;br /&gt;3.อาชากับเด็กชาย (The Horse and His Boy)&lt;br /&gt;4.เจ้าชายแคสเปี้ยน (Prince Caspian)&lt;br /&gt;5.ผจญภัยโพ้นทะเล (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader)&lt;br /&gt;6.เก้าอี้เงิน (The Silver Chair)&lt;br /&gt;7.อวสานการยุทธ์ (The Last Battle) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8684339407582668440?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8684339407582668440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8684339407582668440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/chronicle-of-narnia-audiobooks-a004.html' title='The Chronicle of Narnia'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqC0n4ZcegI/AAAAAAAABBk/JdWCpHXDtLA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-1638510094547486870</id><published>2009-09-03T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:12:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCwbAuSw3I/AAAAAAAABBc/bVua8_-P_gY/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377491933177496434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCwbAuSw3I/AAAAAAAABBc/bVua8_-P_gY/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Twilight AudioBooks รวม 4 ภาค&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Twilight AudioBook แรกรัตติกาล + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.New Moon AudioBook นวจันทรา + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF)&lt;br /&gt;3.Eclipse AudioBook คราสสยุมพร + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.Breaking Dawn AudioBook รุ่งอรุโณทัย + Ebook (ไฟล์ PDF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Twilight ตอนล่าสุด กลับเปิดตัวด้วยยอดขายอันตกตะลึง ถึง 1.3 ล้านเล่ม ภายในเวลา 24 ชม.แรก และขายไปกว่า 5.5 ล้านเล่มขึ้นอันดับหนึ่งขายดีของ นิวยอร์ค ยาวนานกว่า 4 7สัปดาห์ และติดอันดับหนังสือขายดีตลอดกาลเป็นอันดับ 3"หนังสือขายดีกว่า 42 ล้านเล่ม ใน 37 ประเทศทั่วโลก"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-1638510094547486870?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1638510094547486870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/1638510094547486870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight-audiobooks-4-a003.html' title='The Twilight'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCwbAuSw3I/AAAAAAAABBc/bVua8_-P_gY/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-8916908865284065585</id><published>2009-03-21T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:10:07.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord Of The Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCf_t8XdjI/AAAAAAAABBM/VLszKqlWyGY/s1600-h/Lord+of+the+Ring.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377473872093738546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCf_t8XdjI/AAAAAAAABBM/VLszKqlWyGY/s320/Lord+of+the+Ring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 The Fellowship of the Ring  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 The 2 Towers&lt;br /&gt;3 The Return of the King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-8916908865284065585?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8916908865284065585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/8916908865284065585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='The Lord Of The Ring'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCf_t8XdjI/AAAAAAAABBM/VLszKqlWyGY/s72-c/Lord+of+the+Ring.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2920229036649540532.post-6192881862569725190</id><published>2009-03-12T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:09:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCavzqT4UI/AAAAAAAABBE/Uh38EgaB540/s1600-h/harry-book.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377468101192573250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCavzqT4UI/AAAAAAAABBE/Uh38EgaB540/s320/harry-book.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harry Potter คงไม่มีใครไม่รู้จักครับ มี 7 ภาคครับ แถม E-Book ทั้ง 7 ภาค&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1 The Sorcerer's Stone &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 The Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;3 The Prisoner of Azkaban &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 The Goblet of Fire &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5 The Order of the Phoenix &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6 The Half-Blood Prince &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7 The Deathly Hallows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ฝีกภาษาอังกฤษด้วยเสียงอ่านจากหนังสือ Harry Potter ได้ผลดีที่สุด เป็น skill แรกสำหรับผู้เริ่มต้นเรียนภาษาอังกฤษหรือผู้ที่เรียนภาษาอังกฤษมาแล้ว แต่ต้องการฝึกทักษะการฟัง ฟังเรื่องราวสนุกสนานได้ทุกที่ทุกเวลา&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2920229036649540532-6192881862569725190?l=sing-book.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6192881862569725190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2920229036649540532/posts/default/6192881862569725190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sing-book.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Mr.Sing</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/ScSOoCXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JeaCw-OGSxk/S220/pro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrheEH5GMA/SqCavzqT4UI/AAAAAAAABBE/Uh38EgaB540/s72-c/harry-book.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
