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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 !)

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He Is Legend

The Pot Bellied Goddess

 

The Pot Bellied Goddess

(album: Suck Out The Poison - 2006)


The birds have all flown underground.
The trees bend down to touch the sky.
Silence is now the only sound.
We wait for pigs not birds to fly.

They had a lot to say, had a lot to say.
They had a lot to say, a lot to say.

What is wrong with the birds?
Please, Buffy tell me what it is.
They don't sing anymore.
And it gets harder every year,
To remind them of the tune.
We have to help them soon,
Will you help me sing?

We are the birds,
We know the words,
We just don't want to sing.

Well, I think I overheard their plan,
When I was walking all alone.
They took a vow to sing again,
When the cow jumps over the moon.

They had a lot to say, a lot to say.
They had a lot to say, a lot to say.

What is wrong with the birds?
Oh Buffy, tell me what it is.
They don't sing anymore,
And I don't think they will again.
Can you teach the pigs the tune?
So we can hear it soon.
Will you help them sing?

We are the birds,
We know the words,
We just don't want to sing.

They had a lot to say, had a lot to say,
They had a lot to say, a lot to say.
They had so much to say, so much to say.
They had so much to say, so much to say.

It's hard to walk with shaky knees.
It's hard to talk with shattered teeth.
Well, it's getting late for birds like me.
My song will cease, I'll rest my wings.

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