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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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Phil Ochs

The Confession

 

The Confession

(专辑: A Toast To Those Who Are Gone - 1986)


There's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul
At the moment when you are arrested
There's nothing as real as the iron and steel
On the handcuffs when you protested
You race through the night in the prison of fright
As you head for the quicksand of questions
And children unborn will see you in scorn
If ever you make a confession

And the click of a lock is a shiver of shock
As you wonder what are their objectives
Upon your guard for the voices are hard
That belong to the cops and detectives
And it's hard to believe as they roll up their sleeves
That you're in for more than a session
And it couldn't be true and it's not really you
That they want to make a confession

You cannot conceal the confusion you feel
As they steadily work to out-guess you
And some will pretend they are really your friend
Who rally around to your rescue
With frightening force your mind is divorced
To give them the guilty impression
Every word that you hear is a weapon of fear
To win the war of confessions

The lights shoot a glare like bullets they stare
And burn out the base of conviction
And you squint and you blink and you try not to think
Of the cobwebs of contradictions
And your clothes will be wet with the rivers of sweat
That tells the tale of attention
And once in awhile the clock has to smile
As it counts the time of confession

The questions will rain and pour on your brain
With the proper speed they are driven
The circles they pace and the sneer on their face
Tells you no quarter is given
You can salvage your mind when the paper is signed
Then the crime is solved by oppression
But win, lose, or draw, it's the rule of the law
To always work for confession

And the balance of scales seems distant and pale
In the shadowy days of the trial
And sometimes they die; with their name on a lie
When it's all too late for denial
When agreement is full the switch must be pulled
And the chair leaves no hope for correction
But the chances are large he was guilty as charged
After all, he made a confession

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?