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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.

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Bishop Briggs

Baby

 

Baby


He likes zombies
And the apocalypse
He's got some black magic up in those fingertips
Got a gold tooth
And a shared car
He's running his mouth yeah he's got a few scars

And I love the way that
He puts my seat back
Looks at me
Pulls a joint out his backpack
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

Doing stupid shit
When he drinks too much
But he looks good in leather so I don't give a fuck
And his Gucci shoes
Sharing Juicy Fruit
And I got that sugar, sugar for his sweet tooth

And I like the way that we walk the train tracks
Fogging low, windows up, on the way back
Ayy, Ayy
Ride or die every night every day

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

Sometimes I run my fingers through his hair
Think of the crazy shit that's under there
Angel and devil and that jet black stare
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that

My baby's got a fucked up head
Doesn't matter 'cause he's so damn good in bed
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
My baby's misunderstood
How could something so bad look so damn good
Yeah he's still my baby
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah, yeah, I like him like that
Yeah he's fucking crazy but he's still my baby

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?