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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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Trisha Yearwood

Dreaming Fields

 

Dreaming Fields

(专辑: Heaven, Heartache And The Power Of Love - 2007)


Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye

Oh my grandfather stood right here
As an younger man in 19 an' 43
And with his sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
He grew life from a solemn seed

Oh, I'm going down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now?
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow

And these fields they dream of wheat in the summer time
Grand children running free
And the bails of hay at the end of the day
And the scare crow that just scared me

Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
This morning the ...
Seems the only way a man can live off a land
These days is to buy and sell

So I'm going down to the dreaming fields
But what will be my harvest now?
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow

Like the rain on a roof on a porch by the kitchen
Where my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
Running down, running down to the end of the water low
This will be my harvest now

And the sun rolls down big as a miracle
And fades from the Midwest sky
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
As if to say goodbye
As if to say goodbye

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?