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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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David Allan Coe

Mary Magdeline

 

Mary Magdeline

(album: Texas Moon - 1977)


Shes a lady of the night

Some say that her profession
Is a low down dirty shame
And some folks say shes just some hippie chick
Thats half insane

She talked to me about someone she called The Son of Man
She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen
This prostitute I meet last night named Mary Magdeline

Told a friend about
The strange experience I had
With Benzedrine indifference
He assured me I was mad

His dad had been a Preacher
Quoted scriptures from his head
Disbelief was on his face
Especially when I said

She talked to me about someone she called The Son of Man
She told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps she was a vision of delirium I seen
This prostitute I meet last night named Mary Magdeline

With hepatitis eyelids
I went tripping down the street
The local Catholic mission
Offered rest for weary feet

The Priest heard my confession
While his breath smelled just like wine
He gave me the impression
I was waisting sacred time

He talked to me about someone he called The Son of Man
He told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
He talked to me of vision and things he'd seen in dreams
And he talked about a prostitute named Mary Magdeline

He talked to me about someone he called The Son of Man
He told me things I wasn't quite prepared to understand
Perhaps it was a vision of delirium I seen
That prostitute I meet last night called Mary Magdeline

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