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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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Shahmen

Matador

 

Matador

(专辑: Bad Dream Catcher - 2019)


[Bless:]
You see my eyes, dog?
The black labrador
Guide you through the labyrinth of peace and war
From Izmir back to Californ', where the devil's just a matador
Made his fortune off of blood sports of every form
Tango dancing with the stolen horns
So never teach a pilgrim how to reap corn
But I'm reborn each mourn, from out the trauma of the past
Yes I reached forth till the blood of all my demons finally streaks the floor
I say I'd rather be a bull than a matador
Rather be a bull than a matador

If the matador doesn't get gored once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life

Sugar skulls of bulls lull the fools in trance
A holy day where the dead hold hands and slow dance
Roses in their teeth for the reaper they romance
Middle finger eagle, I rock it on both hands
The Shahmen who's at home from Venice beach out to Rome
Mania in my bones, made Bran Castle my home
Take everything I own and sell it all to my hoes
Bamboozle my foes and share it all with my bros
[?] blood sucked I spit it all in my poems
[?] lock up and suddenly blow up
When I first wrote Mark swear nobody gave a fuck, sat dust
Blood, sweat and tears I've gushed over the years
Where insomnia would last for months
The reason marijuana, marathons' my love
But it's a must that I never let the dust corrupt
Blew the dust off the the sawed off my lies become
So from dust to dust, it's in us we trust
I wonder what's the crux of all of my come ups
Hard work and passion, maybe some dumb luck
And finding life lessons in all of my fuck ups

If the matador doesn't get gored once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?