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英単語を覚えるために色々な方法を試した結果、私にとって最も効果的な方法を見つけました。

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。

すでに聞いたことのある曲を見つけます。

それらの未知の単語をすべて追加します。

記憶力ゲームのミニテストに合格しました。終わり

たくさんの単語を知ったので、言語全体をすぐに理解できるようになります。

きっとこの方法の効果に驚かれると思います!)

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Four Holy Photos

 

Four Holy Photos

(アルバム: Mind Chaos - 2009)


Hold up a picture of a highway
And a picture of a home
And a picture of some money
And a picture of some bones
All together, all in a row

But out of all those pictures
You'll only notice one
But it's really not important
No, it's no more than a fortune
It just shows what doors are open

If you're looking at the home
Well, your feet are scared
You're looking at the road
You're gonna feel restless for a while
Yes, for a while, for a while

If you're looking at the money
Well, you benefit from the army
You're looking the bones
Well, you got some silly reasons in their eyes
Yes, in their eyes, in their eyes

This the song, this the song
The song of four holy photos
They never look into their own eyes
It's the second closest you'll get

There's settlement of foreigners
In a land that they can't see
Where the birds are always singing
And the water runs clean

But all these things
Told them nothing
There's a makeshift church
And there's a hand that pulls a rope

And the rope swings the bells
As they ring into the trees
And make an echo
And it never stops

Well, so I hung up those pictures
In their foraminous place
Where their mood is a little nervous
But they felt they had a reason enough to stay
So they stayed

And no one when they looked
Could even see the bones at all
The leaders took the money
And the others took the color of the road

Yes, and the home
And no one argued
It was one of them who did
And he spoke on what he saw

And ruined his reputation
He was labeled as a misfit
Ah, you know
That's just what saints get sometimes

This the song, this the song
The song of four holy photos
They never look into their own eyes
It's the second closest you'll get

終わり

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