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Buna ziua! Eu sunt Lirkit!

Am încercat multe moduri de a reține cuvinte în engleză și am găsit-o pe cea mai eficientă pentru mine!

Avem deja în memorie toate cuvintele cântecelor pe care le-am auzit de-a lungul vieții. Pur și simplu nu le-am dat atenție, dar le auzim deja cu toții!

Am observat că atunci când înveți un cuvânt nou dintr-un cântec pe care ai mai auzit-o deja, știi deja traducerea acestui cuvânt pentru totdeauna și nu o vei uita niciodată!

Vreau să vă împărtășesc această metodă. Deci, schema este următoarea.

Găsim cântece pe care le-am auzit deja.

Adăugăm toate cuvintele necunoscute din ele.

Trecem mini teste de jocuri de memorie. Terminat

Acum că știi o mulțime de cuvinte, vei ajunge foarte repede să cunoști întreaga limbă!

Pun pariu că vei fi surprins cât de eficientă este această metodă!)

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Yumi Zouma

Short Truth

 

Short Truth

(album: Yoncalla - 2016)


Apart, I knew we couldn't do it
We're on a wheel of misfortune
It's true that I wasn't certain
Another one who fought to

Keep things finished
'Cause I think it's stupid that we're indifferent
And it's all done, but
Not everything's useful
'Cause I'm stuck, at drawing the line

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

I know your old contemplations
Can make you apprehensive
So sure that every bit wasted
Will end up more suppressive

Now we've older
And we've just got closer
To what we suffered
And it's all wrong, but
Not everything's easy
'Cause I suck at seeing the signs

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

(I'm only gonna mess us around)
It's just that I could never go again
(I know how this is ending out)
But if I could, I wouldn't go alone
(I'm only gonna bring you down)
I thought that you would always be a friend
(I know I never gave enough)
And that I wouldn't have to say

I can't even see this right
If I can't be in your life
There's nothing I use, to resort to
I'm giving this up, to console you

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

Terminat

Ai adăugat toate cuvintele necunoscute din această melodie?