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Matthew Baker - Audiobook Reel - British - Narration

Voice Over • Audiobooks


Audiobook Compilation Demo:
Alice In Wonderland
Disney's \"Oceans\"
A Christmas Carol

Vocal Characteristics


English (British)

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


England - East (East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire), England - Received Pronunciation (RP, BBC), England - South East (Oxford, Sussex)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Dracula. Here I wait in this damp carriage, I can do nothing now plan my journey back to my homeland. For I am now hunted by men who are determined to frustrate my designs. I count Dracula hunted. My ancestors hiss at their ignorance of my power. But in a country that is not my own, I am weakened. But now they pursue me and I run from them like a coward. She will do my bidding, come to my beckoning corps, and they will never be able to bring her back. You see, I've stolen her sweet blood and they can do nothing to subvert my cause. She will be my flesh and blood, My kin. Alice in Wonderland. What is the use of a book Thought, Alice without pictures or conversations. So she was considering in her own mind as well as she could. Whether the pleasure of making a daisy chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that. Nor did Alice think it's so very much out of the way to hear the rabbit Saito itself. Odiah O'Dea. I shall be late. When she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this. But at the time, it all seemed quite natural. Disney's Oceans A boy comes running up and asks, What is the ocean? What is the sea? You could hit him with a lot of statistics and Latin names, but the answer isn't something you'll find in a book to know what the ocean is. You have to see it for yourself and taste it. You have to feel its power. Frankenstein. It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishments of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of life around May that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. A Christmas Carol Molly was dead to begin with. There is no doubt, whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it, and Scrooge's name was good. Upon change for anything, he chose to put his hand to old Molly was is dead as a doornail mind. I don't mean to say that I know of my knowledge what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin nail as the deadest piece of iron monger re in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile, and my unhappy load hands shall not disturb it or the country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat emphatically did. Molly was is dead as a doornail.