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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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The Correspondents

Well Measured Vice

 

Well Measured Vice

(album: Puppet Loosely Strung - 2014)


Political man, I am not
But I can smell a scum that's spreading like dry rot
Mounted on high horses here they come
On their very own newly written rules of thumb

From the ladies in their strip clubs
To the men who sell you porn
Puritanical thugs are out to shoot you down with scorn
So much desire on this playday today
It makes no sense to push the real display away

What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price
What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price

Your rights and wrongs decided for you
They will pity and deplore you
And assume that you are goods that
Have been damaged in your journey
As you travelled into sin
But the body as the site of sin is really wearing thin

Push it underground, what a surprise!
Be witness to a darker demise
Into the hands of crooks who feed on bribes
Be witness to a darker demise

What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price
What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price

When will the politics of envy end?
The moral police are out to cleanse, cleanse, cleanse
Say "Gay Cabaret", that might offend
So they'll grab another law, which they can bend
At first I chose simply to ignore
The many changes that they had in store
But now a cleanup operation's put in place
Well, my friends, this is one thing we must face

What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price
What is life, what is life, without well-measured vice?
Sweep it away, you'll pay the price

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?