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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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Luke Bryan

Tackle Box

 

Tackle Box

(专辑: I'll Stay Me - 2007)


[Verse 1]

It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic.
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
And his last name engraved in black,
Right there by the handle on the top.
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.
Lug it down the bank with my arm dragging.
And I could hardly wait for him
To lift the lid on that tackle box.

[Chorus 1]

'Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific.
Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship.
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus.
And watch him run to Grandma, crying on the dock.
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box.

[Verse 2]

He'd bait my hook and keep on telling stories
'Bout nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
Pickup trucks and golden fields
Long before this town knew blacktop.

[Chorus 2]

I was almost riding with him shotgun down those dirt roads
Taking turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
Filling the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box.

He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
And I'm still holding on to one wish
That God above could let me borrow Grandpa
For one more afternoon and one more fish.

[Chorus 1]

And I'd sail with him across the South Pacific.
Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship.
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus.
And watch him run to Grandma, crying on the dock.
He'd open up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box.

Everything he loved he kept locked up in that old tackle box.

It was two shades of brown scratched up plastic.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?