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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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Manchester

 

Manchester

(album: Mystic Sisters - 2022)


Well, I've heard
I've heard we're spinning
I've heard we're drifting
A string expanding till it never comes back
I've heard I'm living in a colorless pool of dreams
Well, what's the point
There's so much I've heard
I've heard there's no points, no futures, no pasts
I heard no sounds in the bodies shifting under the grass
I want ya back, yeah, won't ya come back
Yeah well, it always comes back

I heard the sin pull apart
I've heard you're lost from the start
I've heard it's not what you want
I hear the beat of your heart
I hear the beat of your heart
I've heard it's what you feel on the inside
Yeah well, don't cry, don't cry
Don't try, don't try, don't try
Breathe out, breathe out, breathe it out

A citrus grows like the breeze

A citrus grows like the breeze
A citrus grows like the breeze
No matter what you tell me

Not the pines, where death lies
And love dies

I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy
I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy
I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy
I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy
I think I lost the joy, well face up, face up

I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy
I think I lost the joy, I think I lost the joy...

Well, Manch
You got no meaning
Don't go sulk about it
Listen up
You're just another bud
You lost your leaves
They got diseased like a blistered tree
But still you spread your wings
You made the songs, made the songs
All the youths will sing
You made the slang, made the slang
All the youths will speak

You're a lost generation
Face up
I think they're right
I think we're spinning
If this is living I see limits that keep spilling
Blurring blacker than the night
It's not just another century
A stint in time
That's just not what I mean, I mean, I mean
Soaking in the sun
Soaking in the mud in the sun

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?