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

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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.

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Hurricane

 

Hurricane


Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream
Hear the south wind moan
Bridges are getting lower
The shrimp boats, coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
Slowly turns his head
He takes a drink from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
The high black water, devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans, yeah

A man come down from Chicago
He's gonna set that levee right
He said "It needs to be at least three feet higher
"Yeah, it won't make it through the night"
But the old man down in the Quarter
He said, "Don't you listen to that boy!"
The water'll be down by the morning
And he'll be back to Illinois

'Cause I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
The high black water, devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans, yeah

Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream
Hear the south wind moan
Bridges are getting lower
The shrimp boats, coming home
The old man down in the Quarter
He slowly turns his head
He takes a drink from his whiskey bottle
And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
I don't mind the strain of a hurricane
They come around every June
The high black water, devil's daughter
She's hard, she's cold, and she's mean
Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water
To wash away New Orleans
New Orleans, yeah

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