Vincent Price
最近英語を真剣に勉強し始めまして．
このVincent Priceというのはティム・バートンの初期のころの作品なんだそうです．ティムバートンっぽいクレイな感じがひしひしと伝わってきます．
でも字幕もないし一回聞いたくらいでは何言ってるのかさっぱり分からなかったので，聞き取りを試みました．結局どうがんばっても聞き取れない部分もあるし，聞き取っても英文的に不明な場所も多いんですが，とりあえず完成ということでアップ．
なんか録音の関係だと思うんですけど絶対聞き取れない部分があるのが気になる… 分からなかったところは？？が付いてます．分かった人おしえて〜
Vincent menlo A is seven years old.
He is always polite and as what is told, "for a boy, his age is considered ??? and nice." ??? once to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats. Though he glad to share a home with frightening(?) bats.
Daily(?) could reflect and horrors is invented.
And wonder dark always owe(?) low men tormented.
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him, but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.
He likes to experiment on his dog Upper Chrombie, in the hopes of creating a horrible zombie. So he in his horrible zombie dog.
Conquer(?) searching for victims in the London(?) fog.
He sports the word only of ghoulish prime(crime?). He likes to paint and read the pass(?) some of the time.
Where another kids read like "Gold Jane Go," Vincent favor ??? ??? is "et glau pole(??)"
One night while reading a grou(?) some tale, he red the passage that made him turn pail(veil??), such horrible music not survive, for his beautiful wife have been buried a live.
He dug out the grave to make sure she was dead, and awared the her grave was his mother's flower bed.
His mother said Vincent off to his room. He knew he'd been back to the tower of doom, where he was sadness to spend rest to his life alone with the portrate of his beautiful wife.
Cry alone in insane and encased(?) in his doom. Vincent's mother were(her?) suddenly in his room, she said, "if you want to, you can go out and play, it's sunny outside and beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk, but jusk couldn't speak. The ears are vicesmanation(??) and made him quite weak.
So he took out some paper and splo(?) with the pen. "I am impresessed(imprecated?) by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother says, "you are not presesed(?), and you are not almost dead. These games that you play are all in your head. You are not Vincent Price, you are Vincent moloily(?). You are not tormented, or insane. You are just young boy. You are seven years old. And you are my son. I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spencial(?) lock down through the whole.
And while Vincent back slowly against wall, the room started to sway to shivering prick.
His horrid insanity had reached the peak.
He saw Upper Chrombie he zombie slave, and heard his wife call beyond the grave.
She spoke from the cough(?) and made ghoulish demands. while(?) through cracking walls reach scattered the hands.
Every horror in his life thread(??) in his dreams, swept his mad laft(?) turn of ice(?) screams.
To escape badness, he reached the door, but his(??) limb by(?) lifeless down on the floor.
His voice was soft and very slow as he caught the raven from "et grau pole(??)".
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted never more.
結構長かったなぁ…
