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おめでとう!私はリルキットです!

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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(アルバム: Everything We Could Have Done Differently - 2013)


Dear everyone, we are a broken people.
But, it's okay, at least we have each other.
And all I ask is that we can love one another,
In a society of social adaptation to no end.
We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend.
Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy.
Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the church of Christ.
Now, the church of judgement.
Amid the beautiful devastation,
The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses to a crime of passion.
A crime of madness,
A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas,
Reaching into the hearts of children,
Grabbing into their vital organs.
Until their blood pumps differently,
Now inept to the silence,
Rather than the equality.
We've been indoctrinate to believe that it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain.
And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day.
Not letting a single moment go to waste.
But we find fault in our grief, and we let political biases enter a spiritual realm, and change the pace of our breath,
Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess, that is our bleeding head.
Breaking our necks and changing the landscape of the human brain.
To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride.
So we created a diatribe, a sickening language of dialect to change the meaning of brokenness.
So we can say we are changed.
Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged.
And brought back to a point of comfort,
Through a time of stress.
And we talk to each other fairly straight,
But at a scary rate, we escalate our fate to the point of that very break.
And then in times of comfort we barely relate.
Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a warred drain,
But it always leaves dark stains in the sink holding society to the brink of rioting.
The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing.
I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many,
In the name of love,
In the name of peace,
In the name of grace.
Don't shy away I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame.
But rather to make it known that we are all the same.
In need of love,
and in need of embrace.
So let's make this change, and find a way to relate,
In a way of love,
Not hate.

終わり

この曲の聞きなれない単語はすべてあなたが追加したのですか?