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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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Dead Man Walking

 

Dead Man Walking

(专辑: Violent Demise: The Last Days - 1997)


I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night.
My life was fucked from the jumpstreet,
now this kite I write.
Never had half a fuckin chance,
my whole trial I was broke.
Circumstantial that's bullshit,
my defense was a joke!

(You go in a motherfuckin courtroom,
with a fuckin public defender the public
defender works with the fuckin D.A.!
Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you
ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!)

Now this cell is my residence,
my address is The Row.
24 hour lock down,
when they'll kill me who knows?

Guilty we the unfree!
Dead men walking
Guilty we the unfree!
Dead men walking

I'm a genius from books now,
Never read on the street.
Never lifted a fuckin weight,
now my boys concrete.
Filed a hundred appeals or more,
no response from the state.
Get no phone calls or visits,
My mentality's hate!

(When I was on the street I had mother
fuckin boys, where's my bitch? She won't
even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo,
they better not let me up out this mother
fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!)

I get visits from doctors,
analyzing the ill.
Families pray for my death now,
vengeance lays for the kill.

[CHORUS]

(Does the defendant have any final words
he would like to say to the court?
Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo,
you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I
feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let
me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you
jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm
comin one by one and blow your mother
fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers!
No, keep your motherfuckin hands off!
Fuck that!)

So I think 'bout my past now,
my future holds only pain.
Involuntarily drugged by the state
for years,
now I know I'm insane.
When I'm moved shackled hands and feet,
my skin's covered in ink.
I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times,
now fuck god's how I think!

(You can save all that religious bullshit,
stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest
comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the
I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare
hands, fuck that.)

So live your life to the fullest,
but remember don't trip.
One mistake you're my neighbor,
and there's no one here rich!

[CHORUS]

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?