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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!

Ik wed dat je verrast zult zijn hoe effectief deze methode is!)

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Mystery Mail

 

Mystery Mail

(album: Humor Risk - 2011)


Mystery Mail
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail
You tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in hell

Sailing over this story's arc
A cardboard box that missed it's mark
Like a comet seen at dusk
Like the Mayan twins born of the husk
We were raised and flew at the ver same height
But feel individually from our flight

I knew Daniel since high school in Benicia
He sold cookies from his parents' freezer
But were we ever really ever close?
Now Daniel's gone and I'm his ghost
He went north and I went east
We had a plan or an idea, at least

From his cousin's lab in Crescent City
Daniel packaged two pounds for speedy delivery
USPS to Greenpoint, Brooklyn
Every gram sold while his cousin kept cooking
Successfully, this went on
For, oh, I don't know how long

One day I turned the corner onto India St.
I must have turned white as a sheet
Three policemen were standing on my stoop
Talking to my girlfriend, Betty Boop
I turned around never to see Betty again
I'm sorry, Betty, I hope you understand

I assumed they got to Daniel first
In this line of work you come to expect the worse
Some time later, the smirk was wiped from my smile
I was arrested for hopping a turnstile
Bones had told the warrant cleared after eight years
So, naturally, on my court date I failed to appear

Eventually, the cardboard comet had to fall
I took a walk down the long hall
The first thing I did from my cell
Was write a letter in search of Daniel
Daniel was indeed inside the lion's den
Not the only Lionkiller in a California Sate Penn.

Daniel wrote me back in a matter of days
No mention of whether or not crime pays
He wrote: "You wouldn't recognize me anymore"
"I bet you'd rather be back cleaning toilets in Baltimore"
"I'll never make it out of this cell"
"I guess the next time you see me will be in Hell"

The letters stopped rolling in
I heard Daniel was stabbed with a ballpoint pen
About sixty times by his cellmate, Charles
Now people talk about immortalizing him in marble
Not everybody should be made a saint
Daniel was a good good guy, but a saint he ain't

Mystery Mail
It read: "I hope this finds you well"
To no avail
You tipped the scale
Now I'll see you in Hell

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