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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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Tom The Mail Man

Sunday

 

Sunday

(album: Liephas Evil - 2020)


Oasis
Yeah, yeah, already know
Uh, yeah, that's what happens
Look

Midday, sipping wine, stacking my mixes up in the summertime
I got a roster of bitches, we having fun at night
Ass shaking, bath taking, last statement
It makes sense, but we dying to see where this glass take us
I can't commit, you know that that's truth
The way the marriage is repetive boost
The way the carriage is for bags and truth
And I can't see me ever being mad at you
For wasting time to fall in love
Not doing what I had to do
I'm gon' feel my faith
Fuck all them niggas tryna slide all in my place
Feel like I got a hundred pounds down in my basement
I tried to put a mask right where my face was
Shine on us, turn the time, time got it going on
I monitor the city, these niggas feel me, I'm dropping bombs
And lately, it got my mom, feeling like she 'bout to hit the lottery
No running around that fifty-something, 'bout to make 'em proud of me
I'm basically a prodigy, I took risks, I ate shit, niggas doubted me
Five years passed, I ain't shit, I'm undoubtedly a piece of shit
But somehow niggas keep a smile while they eating it
And somehow I can keep a crowd, they hearts beating quick
Well basically when I'm around them being meek and shit
'Cause niggas insecure and they gon' hate me for it
But then again these niggas hate so what I'm waiting for?
I guess I shouldn't brag in raps until I make it more
But bitch, I'm making more than you so what I'm waiting for?
Not even keeping score 'cause I'm one of, for sure
If I come up my brothers gon' come up and more

Yeah, I was hoping one day
You can try and keep it honest with me one day
Yeah, you can try and keep it honest like it's Sunday
Yeah, I'ma hope that you can come around me one day
Yeah, I was hoping one day
You can try and keep it honest with me one day
Yeah, you can try and keep it honest like it's Sunday
Yeah, I'ma hope that you can come around me one day

Around me one day
One day, one day, oh
Just need one day, oh, oh

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