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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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The Fiddle And The Bow

 

The Fiddle And The Bow

(专辑: The Best I've Ever Been - 2000)


My daddy was a sawyer though the trees didn't know
For daddy did his sawing with the fiddle and the bow
He played the down home country songs and most of them he wrote
He played the melody by ear 'cause he couldn't read the notes

Sometimes in the evening he would go into his room
He'd write down all his feelings and set them to a tune
And when he played them on the stage they were like a video
He could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

Then he played a song he wrote about a girl named Carolyn Walker
And everybody swore she must be real
And he played a song he wrote about hard times and picking cotton
So plain that you could see him in them fields

He played a song he wrote about a river down in Georgia
You could close your eyes and see the waters flow
For my daddy was a writer and he played them old one nighters
And he could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

His hair was apple blossum white when he turned thirty-three
He said I know it's not the years it's just the miles on me
I recall the night before he died to a crowd in Tupelo
He said there's one thing needing said before I close the show

You know the song I wrote about the girl named Carolyn Walker
Well, I only dreamed her up she wasn't real
And to tell the truth I have never picked one single sack of cotton
But I have sure thought a lot about cotton fields

And you know the one you liked about the river down in Georgia
That's the one place that I never got to go cause you see
I'm just a writer and I play these old one nighters
I make a living painting pictures with the fiddle and the bow

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?