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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 !

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(album: Wasted Mind - 2016)


I got a feeling that I can't let go
All the parasites I can't get rid of, I know
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
Just pour a bit out on the grout, so white it'll glow
Before I knew I'd spend a day
Hands and knees all bleeding on the floor in the same way
Everyone who sees me thinks that I'm insane
But they're the kind who just distract me from the game I play

And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?

My condition keeps you up at night
Just a minute, if you can't wait, turn out the light
Got some work to do, not done 'til it's right
By standard that I set that most consider too high
I've a question you can't answer too:
Explain what makes your method better? What makes me a fool?
Everyone who sees me thinks that I'm insane
I guess I just expect from you the same

And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
Oh, you know, they're hours and they're not yours to spend

There's an image in our head that we need made real
And we'll clean, pick skin 'til we can't quite feel
The burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain
Not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyway
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame

I got a feeling I'm already in hell
All the parasites are under my skin I can tell
Using bleach'll work, I'll go real slow
Just pour a bit 'til they crawl out, white as the snow
Before I knew I'd spent a day on hands and knees
All bleeding on the floor in the same way
Everyone who sees it knows that I'm insane
And I apologize, I'm too distracted by the game I play

There's an image in our head that we need made real
And we'll clean, pick skin 'til we can't quite feel
The burned, raw wounds from the cleaning we've done
Acid tends to fucking do that when it's poured on someone
Excellence is best gained through your toil and pain
Not a whole lot anyone can say about it anyway
Clean and new's the mean, and you are seen as who's to blame

And I won't stop living 'til I'm dead
Observation and complaining make me fucked up in the head
Oh you know they're my hours and they're not yours to spend?

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