/ˈhɔɪn/
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#2: /h/ | |
Tongue | The position of the tongue depends on the sound that comes next. |
Lips | The lips are open to let the air go through. |
Teeth | There is a separation between the teeth. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#3: /ɔ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue is flat. Then it moves low in the mouth and pulls back. The tip of the tongue should touch the back of the bottom front teeth. |
Lips | The lips form a rounded shape. |
Jaw | The jaw opens and the mouth widens. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#4: /ɪ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue raises high in the mouth. It moves to the front of the mouth. Then the tip of the tongue moves behind the bottom front teeth. The tongue remains relaxed in the front of the mouth. |
Lips | The lips separated and relaxed. |
Jaw | The jaw drops and the mouth opens a little bit. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#5: /n/ | |
Tongue | Your tongue is against the ridge behind the top teeth. |
Air | The air flows through the nose. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
Hoyne, joyne, a jolly coney, Hopping and bopping, full of baloney. He dances and prances with so much glee, Making everyone giggle, can't you see? Hoyne, joyne, spinning round and round, Upside down and all around. With a twinkle in his eye and a skip in his step, He brings laughter to all, not a moment to forget. Hoyne, joyne, a sprightly little fellow, Making funny faces, oh so mellow. Tongue twister master, causing delight, With every silly word, he takes flight. So let's join the hoyne, the jolly guy, Laughing and twirling, shouting "my oh my!" For in this world, where joy can't be bought, The hoyne reminds us, to always find a new thought!
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi