/ˈsɔvɪʤ/
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| #2: /s/ | |
| Tongue | The tongue is behind the teeth. |
| Lips | |
| Teeth | The teeth remain clenched. |
| Air | The air flows through the tip of the tongue towards the edge of the teeth. |
| 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: /v/ | |
| Lips | The bottom lips are in contact with the teeth. |
| Teeth | The top teeth press the bottom lips. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
| #5: /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. |
| #6: /ʤ/ | |
| Tongue | The tongue raises. It touches the roof of the mouth. Then it presses the roof of the mouth. Finally, it releases. |
| Lips | The corners of the lips are in. The rest of the lips flare. |
| Teeth | The teeth are together. |
| Air | The air passes through the vocal cords and makes the sound. The air builds up when tongue presses the roof of the mouth. The air comes through when the tongue releases. |
| Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
My dance moves are so sauvage that even the plants begin to boogie.
Sandy savors saucy sausages with savory sauvage sauce on the side while singing silly songs with her suave sorcerer.
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
