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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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It Wasn't Me

 

It Wasn't Me

(album: The Best Years Of Our Lives - 1975)


It wasn't me who wrote that epitaph
I only burned the old girl's photograph
And threw the kitten in the fire, see
You ask your father, he'll remember me
That was so fantastic, he burned like a matchstick
You know I'm sorry for what I've done

It wasn't me who wrote to Gideon
I only hate the homing pigeon
And ordered taxis in the early hours
And sent a wreath of withered flowers
I broke both her heels, that was quite a deal
I've said I'm sorry for having fun

Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
I say it was God, He was willing them

It wasn't me who lit the kerosene
I only polished the floor with vaseline
And asked the doctor not to come around
And hid her savings in the lost and found
It was all electric when her cuts went septic
I then apologized again

It wasn't only me who blew their brains
I certainly admit to putting chains
Around their necks so they couldn't move
But there were others being quite crude
That was quite a gang waiting for the bang
I only take the blame for lighting the fuse

Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
I say it was God, He was willing them

It wasn't me who put your ma away
It wasn't me who put your pa away
It wasn't me who stole their plastic teeth
It wasn't me who caused this awful grief
I did it all in jest, this I must confess
Anything I did was for the best

Now you say I'm responsible for killing them
I say it was God, He was willing them, yes He was, oh

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?