
The English Accent Game brought to you by Language Trainers
How good are you at spotting accents from around the world? Put yourself to the test in the Language Trainers English Accent Game!
Simply listen to a couple of lines from the poem, take a guess at their country of origin, and see how high you can score.
Can you make it onto the high score table?
How do I participate?
Do you think you’ve got an interesting accent? Do you think most people would have trouble spotting where you come from?
If so, we’d love to hear from you and get you involved in Language Trainers’ Accent Project.
All you need to do is record a very short video or sound file of yourself reading a few lines from a poem
(we’ve given
you
a couple to choose from below, or you can pick your own), and send it along to us
using
our upload tool below,
stating your country of origin.
Don't worry about getting the poem just right - the important thing is hearing your accent,
not having perfect pronunciation!
Once you’ve uploaded your video, we will send a confirmation email letting you know that we have received your
submission.
If it gets used in a later version of the LT Accent Game, we will notify you and send you a link to the game!
Example poems
Do you think you’ve got an interesting accent? Do you think most people would have trouble spotting where you come from?
If so, we’d love to hear from you and get you involved in Language Trainers’ Accent Project.
Daffodils
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:-
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Language Trainers Group would like to thank all those who participated in the first LT Accent Game:
Veronika Gründhammer (Austria)
Kylie Stevens (New Zealand)
Andràs Figler (Hungary)
Wez (Australia)
Inga Sniuolyte (Lithuania)
Christelle Fox (Belgium)
Paul Doffman (Great Britain)
Lucas Stewart (Canada)
Carlos Cabrero Jarque (Spain)
Peter Holland (Great Britain)
Victoria Dickson (South Africa)
Malte Crede (Germany)
Peter Jude Duffy (Scotland)
Olivia Wall (USA)
Jo Mildyn (USA)
Kamia Johnson (USA)
Thanks for your time guys
and girls (and your accents!).

Don't be shy! 








