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Hallo! Ik ben Lirkit!

Ik heb veel manieren geprobeerd om Engelse woorden te onthouden en vond de meest effectieve voor mij!

We hebben alle woorden van de liedjes die we ons hele leven hebben gehoord al in ons geheugen. We hebben er simpelweg geen aandacht aan besteed, maar we horen ze allemaal al!

Ik merkte dat wanneer je een nieuw woord leert uit een liedje dat je al eerder hebt gehoord, je de vertaling van dit woord al voor altijd kent en je het nooit zult vergeten!

Deze methode wil ik met je delen. Het schema is dus als volgt.

We vinden liedjes die we al gehoord hebben.

We voegen alle onbekende woorden ervan toe.

We slagen voor minitests van geheugenspellen. klaar

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A Town Called Luckey

 

A Town Called Luckey

(album: RKives - 2013)


Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60
You have no land of your own
A job you despise
And a lover that's mean

And you started noticing a disturbing thing
Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen
So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east
And you drove for eight days aimlessly

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
Being full aware that it's a middle-age crisis type thing

And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey
Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y
Where the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streets
Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets
That covered the bloodstained mattress underneath
Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen
A slender man with a mustache on both sides nothing in between
Looking like a preacher son who had given into the devil-worshipping scene
He was a real looker and he bought you a drink

And you proceeded to tell him everything
And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed
You laughed like a carburetor and then you screamed
All the doubt and the disbelief

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

And he told you how he came to be
As an altar boy by his father's knees
And how he came to lose his faith
There was no touching but advances were made

And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean

A storm cloud, a hurricane if you will
A storm cloud, a hurricane

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

Go home late, find yourself happy
It's just a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?