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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!

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P.M. Dawn

The Nocturnal Is In The House

 

The Nocturnal Is In The House

(专辑: The Bliss Album...? - 1993)


Ay... yo, this is the PM stepping to the AM.
Flipping mad styles when i prophesize the mayhems, catching wreck.
I'm blowing up like TNT.
I'm getting filthy, nasty as LSD.
I'll make you insane, crazy, ill, flip, jiggle up and down.
Like House Of Pain, you'll wanna jump around.
And all that trying to fade me, I think you hit wrong.
P.M. Dawn got it going on.
So vacate or create a fake state of mind.
The new Czar, I'm Bizarre and too far to find.
Are you ready for the flava, I ain't your sucker, baby, don't front.
I'm hazardous like Bo, Luke and Daisy.
I'm burning up son, I think I got the fever.
Don't believe the hype 'cause if you do it might deceive ya.
The Nocturnal's filled causing me to spill.
Chins hit the floor 'cause I flaunts mad skills when...

[Chorus:]
The Nocturnal is in the house. [x8]

So take the reason out the spill and beam yourself to this.
Prince likes to flip so you better catch it quick.
I never slack, I'm intact, fade the quarterbacks.
Where's the new jack, the new act, the me act, the you act.
The reaction, no, I'm not the one.
Playing "rushin'" roulette with all the bullets in the gun.
The ego, the frame, remain unemployed.
But they screaming at me, they wanna be my freakazoid.
So P.M. Dawn, the center of envy.
'Cause who'd ya know that wasn't singing' baby you send me.
Here, there, Mr. Man you're everywhere.
The overweight lover with the dreads in his hair.
Once, twice, three times you missed it.
Prince Be's gone, either that or blissed-ed.
So they wanna know just what this flower's about.
One, two, check it out...

[Chorus]

So keep talking tough, you'll know soon enough.
That all that stuff leaves your soul in the dust.
So prior to my coming aloose and becoming a recluse,
I'm spreading that Nocturnal juice.
Hungry hungry hypocrites all upon my tip.
Atomic dogs with a bone and a stick.
Playing it cool puts the fuse to the match.
But I ain't trying to hear none of that.
That's why...

[Chorus]

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?