Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
Lyrkit coq

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Lirkit !

J'ai essayé de nombreuses façons de mémoriser des mots anglais et j'ai trouvé la plus efficace pour moi !

Nous avons déjà en mémoire toutes les paroles des chansons que nous avons entendues tout au long de notre vie. Nous n’y avons tout simplement pas prêté attention, mais nous les entendons tous déjà !

J'ai remarqué que lorsque vous apprenez un nouveau mot d'une chanson que vous avez déjà entendu auparavant, vous connaissez déjà la traduction de ce mot pour toujours et vous ne l'oublierez jamais !

Je souhaite partager cette méthode avec vous. Le schéma est donc le suivant.

On retrouve des chansons que l'on a déjà entendues.

Nous y ajoutons tous les mots inconnus.

Nous passons des mini tests de jeux de mémoire. fait

Maintenant que vous connaissez beaucoup de mots, vous connaîtrez très vite toute la langue !

Je parie que vous serez surpris de l'efficacité de cette méthode !)

plus loin

sauter
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Ou évaluez-moi Windows Store:


Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
WHY?

Jonathan's Hope

 

Jonathan's Hope

(album: Mumps, Etc. - 2012)


When I got better from the mumps
Yes, my swollen nut and neck shrunk
But, though subtle, I can smell distinctly
Some sick and swollen stink, still to this day stays with me
Inert as some dumb tart from Illinois
In a shirt that says "I heart Michigan boys"
But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gut
Oh so concealed in the crease but
Slow pitching like a Vatican priest to be Pope what?
Dope. So every morning wake up with hope
And at night fall asleep at the end of your rope
Alone pretending to cope

As ill as I am, I am
But with all that's well I'll yell
Good God, what the hell, what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

It took me 30 years to learn my patterns
Just for shit to turn weird in my return to Saturn
I feel the freezing creep of greedy sleep sneaking in again
I'm dangling
Oh I don't have to pull a shitty fortune from dessert
Like the piss poor son of a serf to know what I'm worth
I know what I'm deserved of
A freaking dirty dove dead
And a bag of bread from a sellout club
But will you spell out love in the lashes life serves up?
Or am I just a red bump in the rash of cash worship?
Lord. Huh? What's up?

As ill as I am, I am
But with all that's well I'll yell
Good God, what the hell, what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

Brief is the life of that bird
Who brings your secrets, your deepest beefs and desires
Through it's beak in a minor squeak to be heard
Its meaning complete no need for words
It might not last more than a week
And if this my final trip it be
Lord take me quick, let me see ye
And please heed the needs of my family

As ill as I am, I am
But with all that's well I'll yell
Good God, what the hell, what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

With mangled fingers I play it and say it
Plain in my octaves with all that I've got
And for all that I'll not have
And cursing back to the big bang in slang they sang

As ill as I am, I am
But with all that's well I'll yell
Good God, what the hell, what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?