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你好! 我是Lirkit !

我尝试了很多方法来记忆英语单词,最后找到了对我来说最有效的一种!

我们一生中听过的所有歌曲的歌词都已记在我们的记忆中。我们根本没有注意到他们,但我们都已经听到了!

我注意到,当你从一首以前听过的歌曲中学习一个新单词时,你已经永远知道这个单词的翻译,并且永远不会忘记它!

我想把这个方法分享给大家。所以,方案如下。

我们找到我们已经听过的歌曲。

我们添加了其中所有不熟悉的单词。

我们通过了记忆游戏的迷你测试。完毕

现在您已经认识了很多单词,您很快就会了解整个语言!

我打赌你会惊讶于这种方法的有效性!)

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Deadeye

 

Deadeye

(专辑: B-Sides And Abandoned Tracks - 1994)


To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few
Voice of reason, censored view
The truth is the news and the news is the truth
As if that'll do as a lame excuse for
Killing the slavers, taking the slaves
Burying the dead, then robbing the graves
Stealing the modesty from heroes brave
Making the tears gush like waves

Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all
But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall

Window dressing and the tinsel wreath
Stealing the pity and the widow's grief
Sentimental with a furrowed brow
Pinning the heart on the blooded sleeve

Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all
But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall

And yes I've crouched beneath the glow dazzled by it all
But this is not the world I know or people I recall
To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few
Voice of reason, censored view
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing
Here is the butterfly, here's the wing

Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all
But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?