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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

Nu je veel woorden kent, zul je heel snel de hele taal leren kennen!

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Bullet Belt

 

Bullet Belt

(album: Busted Jukebox, Volume 1 - 2015)


Hey Daddy tell me 'bout the time you had to go to jail for smoking pot
An Iron Maiden concert in a Carolina parking lot
Whoa
And when you had to listen to recordings on a record player
And your band all had to plug into a little amplifier
Just to hear over the drums,
Hear over the drums,
I can only hear the drums,
I can only hear the drums.

Well 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7-11
Staying out all night
While we kept our engines revving
And we'd never make it home before dawn...
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just playing with the hand I was dealt
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just a chip off the ol' bullet belt.

Hey momma tell me bout the time you would sneak out of your window
And meet up with your other friends and smoke your cigarettes
And blow the smoke into another girl's mouth
Whoa
And when you drove across the country
With your stoner friends all in a van
To fill up all your mason jars with the California sand
California sand, California sand
California, California, California sand

Well 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7-11
Staying out all night

While we kept our engines revving
And we'd never make it home before dawn...
Hair dyed black,
A walking marshall stack
We'd play all night shows behind the chicken shack
Sitting back to back,
We were a heart attack'
Giving the finger to the cops on the lawn
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just playing with the hand I was dealt
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just a chip off the ol' bullet belt

Well 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7-11
Staying out all night
While we kept our engines revving
And we'd never make it home before dawn...
Hair dyed black,
A walking marshall stack
We'd play all night shows behind the chicken shack
Sitting back to back,
We were a heart attack'
Giving the finger to the cops on the lawn
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just playing with the hand I was dealt
Maybe...
I'm not that crazy
I'm just a chip off the ol' bullet belt

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