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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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Carlton Touts

(专辑: English Tapas - 2017)


Why they got tellies in pubs?
Keep us munched on second-hand grub
Second-hand tales, I'm fired up
Two pints for a fiver, crook
What's me: am I a tortoise or a cuddly bear?
When life isn't anything 'til you start drinking there
No truths, just a selection of memories in bars you knew
I'm glad I was born when I was
I get to see the right once again look like knobs
Like what? It's not hard is it, you token chop
Freeze-wrapped, nine for a quid in Bejams, the lot
Royal Dutch lines
You fat bastard
You English crimes

You fat bastards
You fat bastards
You fat bastards
You fat bastards

Carlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quavers

Carlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quavers

I stroke a roll-up outside
Trying to put a memory to the face that has just said "hi"
Clouds are low, like the general mood
Tempers cooking up from the inside
We are the microwaved food
And I'm not in the mood
The Labour Party is a three-quid tube of vending machine smarties
At the airport, where check-in could be check-out
What the fuck is happ'nin'?
Bring back the neolibs, I'm sorry
I didn't fucking mean to pray for anarchy
They're all gagging for a bit o' fame
So of course they're fucking off
You don't become a toff by going against the toff
Where's the anti-toff?
We ain't got none
Have you recognised the needle in your own arm, cunt?
I have, but so what?
You can't beam me up, I'm not Captain Spock
You can't sell me stuff on the rotten rock
I've got a store-card, bastard
I'm this months Top Shop

Carlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quavers

Carlton touts
The angel of the midlands has flown away
Probably south
You can't blame her
When the future is a flag pissed on
And a king-sized bag of quavers

Carlton touts
Carlton touts
Carlton touts
Carlton touts

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?