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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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Childish Son


Uh

There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son

Ok, the preacher man had told me it's too late for my friends
But I could change my wicked ways, but it's too late and I'm dead
I said "no thank you mister" I would rather stay with my friends
And keep on drinking when we wanna it's a means to an end
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get nauseous if I ain't making more skrilla
You's a gold digger baby, I'm a soul killer
And I get homesick if I ain't going home witcha

I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descending since I was young

There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son

Don't talk about me when your son is out to honor your friends
I'll see you later in my hotel we can talk it out there
But we don't say a lot before you get to gripping my pants
I have some money in my pockets and a baggie in my Vans
Let's have a toast
I got some money to blow
We was fucking in the strobe light (Oh)
You would think she got a cold, she keep playing with her nose like (Oh)
Reaper come kick in the door
Jump out of bed and reload
Oh, no I got no bullets to go
Hop out [?]

I was raised in the burbs, I had nowhere to run
So I always hung out on the wrong side of town
I'm a product of the '90s and the 301
And I, been descending since I was young

There's a fire, out on my lawn
I got a feeling, that something is wrong
California, covered in sun
I gotta warn ya, it ain't always fun
Hallelujah, I'm all out of luck
Heard a rumor, that everyone sucks
Got some habits, the wildest ones
I'm a mother's childish son

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Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?