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私たちは、これまでの人生で聞いてきた歌の歌詞をすべて記憶の中にすでに持っています。私たちは単にそれらに注意を払っていなかっただけですが、私たちは皆すでにそれらを聞いています。

以前に聞いたことのある歌から新しい単語を学ぶと、その単語の翻訳を永遠に知っていて、決して忘れないことに気づきました。

この方法を皆さんにもシェアしたいと思います。したがって、スキームは次のとおりです。

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Death Of A Salesman

 

Death Of A Salesman

(アルバム: Nat Love - 2016)


Murder, murder, the crows are calling
We seen the news, yeah, we know what's good
Early bird, how you broke the story
Murmur, murmur, consult the books
Murder, murder, how they got bodies
They got a quota, it ain't no good
Pearly, pearly, the gates are yawning
Edgar Allan, forevermore

See, I have this Uncle Sam
And I hate his ass so much
With a finger in my face
As if I should give a fuck
He said he'll give me a gun
And he think I should shoot for him
I said, "Sam, I think you're right"
Then I turned the gun on him
Let it clap, pull it back
Isn't that what he wanted for me to shoot?
'Cause it ain't for the stars I know
He don't want me to slip away from the noose
Yeah, hanging, hanging
All of my niggas are hanging off of their roots
And they've been working forever to cut them loose
Yeah, it's about time we made moves

Murder, murder, the crows are calling
We seen the news, yeah, we know what's good
Early bird, how you broke the story
Murmur, murmur, consult the books
Murder, murder, how they got bodies
They got a quota, it ain't no good
Pearly, pearly, the gates are yawning
Edgar Allan, forevermore

See I got this Uncle Sam
And I know he hates me too
Told me I was only good
If I was rapping or shooting hoops
So I went with option two
But much to his chagrin
I been had this in my blood
I ain't get that shit from him, nah
From the West Coast to the Wicked West
From the shipyard to the graveyard
Til it's their yard, niggas dropping dead
They ain't give a fuck if it's their God
Like yeah, we want certificates
Certain percentages, it's not like it's there
We got the perfect solution
We'll move the bounty to your head

Murder, murder, the crows are calling
We seen the news, yeah, we know what's good
Early bird, how you broke the story
Murmur, murmur, kiss all the books
Murder, murder, how they got bodies
They got a quota, it ain't no good
Pearly, pearly, the gates are yawning
Edgar Allan, forevermore

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