Questões de Inglês - Listening/Speaking
Questão 25 4396254UNESP Cursos das Áreas de Exatas e Humanidades 2021
De acordo com o cartum,
Questão 15 692957UNESC 2016
Choose the correct alternative that fills up the blank spaces correctly in the sentence bellow:
Mr. Smith: I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. I believe the candidate you sent us will not suit our purposes. We need somebody __________ than he.
Mr. Johnson: In that case I would suggest Miss Cary. She's definitely the __________ person in our group.
Questão 54 4566202Campo Real Medicina 2020
O texto a seguir é referência para a questão.
Scientists puzzled after Paraguayan lagoon turns purple on one side, remains blue on other
Scientists in Paraguay have been investigating how one side of the divided Cerro Lagoon turned purple and began emitting a foul odor months ago, while the other side has remained blue.
The lagoon, which flows in the city of Limpio, about 10 miles northeast of the capital Asunción, was separated so an embankment and roadway carrying trucks between local factories could be built.
Residents noticed that when one side changed color several months ago, the lagoon’s fish and birds began dying. They alerted local environmental authorities to investigate.
“Three months ago, all the fish died in the lagoon, thousands and thousands of them”, resident Herminia Meza told the Associated Press. “The smell was unbearable, and we were overwhelmed by flies. About a month ago the herons died, and it turned a reddish color”.
Francisco Ferreira, a technician at the National University Multidisciplinary Lab who took samples, said Wednesday the new color of the water is due to the presence of heavy metals like chromium, commonly used in the tanning of animal skins to produce leather.
The company declined to speak to the media about the issue when approached Monday, ABC reported.
(Disponível em: https://www.foxnews.com/world/.)
Based on the news, it is correct to say that the lagoon:
Questão 55 284845UNIFOR Bacharelado 2016/2
Complete o diálogo usando as palavras da caixa abaixo.
enjoy interested into love love playing really watching
Pat: What do you do in your free time?
Tim: I ______1 sports. I ______2 like karate and I _____ 3 playing golf. But I’m not really ______4 in watching sports on TV. I don’t ______ 5 watching professional golf, for example. What about you?
Pat: I like golf too, but I’m also ______ 6 French cinema and jazz music. I like _____7 DVDs and I really enjoy going to concerts. I also like ______ 8 the guitar. I’m interested in computer games, but I’m not very good at them.
Questão 14 4652478Unilago 2016/2
Leia o texto a seguir e responda à questão.
A lasting effect
My eyes immediately focused on the bandaged stump and the empty space where his leg used to be. The nurse had warned me before I entered the room, but I was still jolted by the sight. The surgeons had amputated his leg just two days before, below the knee. This was the last resort, a life-saving measure. How must it feel to be seventeen years old with only one leg? I forced my look away from his wound and met his eyes. They were swollen and tired, probably a combination of pain, medications, and the stress of starting a new life feeling less than whole. I tried to hide my sadness while conjuring a soft smile.
“Hi. My name is Bryan. I’m a medical student, but I play music at the hospital every week. Would you like to hear any songs?”
He nodded his head slightly forward in assent. I placed my pile of worn and wrinkled song sheets in his hand, and while he was browsing through the selection, his mother said, “Well, you know he plays guitar, too.” Warm maternal pride filled her eyes.
“That’s great. How long have you been playing?” I asked him.
“Since I was ten,” he answered with a scratchy voice.
“Wow, seven years. I’ve only been playing since my last year of college – about four years.”
I began to feel insecure about playing for a musician with more experience than I had.
“Why don’t you play something first?” I offered.
He weakly nodded his head again. His forearms were pocked with multiple IV lines, each connected to a hanging bag, and his chest had a painful incision that was covered with thick gauze and medical tape. We snaked my guitar through the shield of medical paraphernalia and carefully rested it on his stomach. He contracted his face in pain as he tried to reposition himself in the bed in search of a comfortable position. Once he was settled, he began to pick a rhythm on the guitar. He played slowly and deliberately, trying to fight through the medication vagueness, persistently persuading his fingers to follow orders. After a few stumbles, a tune emerged and danced around the room. Then in the midst of his song, he winced harshly through gritted teeth and suddenly stopped playing. His ailing body had sent his brain a reminder of his condition; he could no longer play through his pain. With a frustrated gasp, he surrendered the guitar. As I returned the guitar to my shoulders, he began to search again through the stack of papers for a familiar song. He looked over my entire catalog before making his first selection. It was one of the most difficult songs I knew how to play. Like a true guitarist, he wanted to test my skills. I took a deep breath and began the song. His eyes were fixed on my fingers as they plucked and strummed, and bent the strings with bluesy inflection. He seemed to critique every move and every note. His face was painted with deep pleasure. We played through several songs over the next half hour, each just as difficult. While I played, his eyes were full of life, no longer obscured by pain or worries. He had transcended his problems and found peace in a musical refuge. The music had provided shelter from his stormy life. As the final note faded, reality began to seep back into the room. His eyes lost their depth and forgotten pains quickly registered. Once again, he was a seventeen-year-old boy in a hospital with one leg and several scars. As I watched his painful transformation, I was sadly reminded that every song must end. My guitar could not undo the harms that he had suffered, and the relief I offered was merely a momentary distraction. My guitar was not a panacea. Regardless, I was convinced that something more than a diversion had taken place. I believed that, in some way, our music would live on beyond the end of that last song. Although he was reeling in pain at that moment, perhaps he felt a trifle less pain because of our music. And later that night when he was lying alone in the hospital bed, perhaps he felt a little less lonely because of my visit. And, someday ahead, when the memories of his suffering have slowly subsided, perhaps he might be reminded of the songs that made him smile on the worst day of his life. And maybe he will smile again and pick up his guitar.
(Adaptado de: SISK, B. A lasting effect. Hektoen International. A Journal of Medical Humanities. Disponível em: http://www.hektoeninternational.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=402. Acesso em: 25 abr. 2016.)
A respeito do título do texto, assinale a alternativa correta.
Questão 13 93279USF Medicina 2014/1
SCOTT: I ran into Sylvia this morning. She’s really upset.
ANNE: Oh, really? And why’s that?
SCOTT: Because I “unfriended” her.
ANNE: Oh! How did she find out?
SCOTT: I don’t know.
ANNE: So, why did you “unfriend” her?
SCOTT: Well, it wasn’t personal. You know, it’s just that every once in a while, I update my profile
and remove people – if we haven’t been in touch for some time.
ANNE: But you emailed her, right? I mean, you let her know?
SCOTT: No. I didn’t think she’d offended!
According to the conversation Scott