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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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(专辑: Haram - 2021)


[billy woods:]
Always late with the epiphanies
Like "Might could've handled that differently"
At least admit you had your hand in the misery
It's no mystery (It's no mystery)
Group therapy, I poured the kerosene in, group watched the fire leap
A shred of truth is all a liar need
It all the burn the same when the fire feed
Men rack our brains over past deeds
Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep
Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean
Heir apparent, I inherited a blood-stained throne for a seat
I can't afford not to believe in things unseen
But belief always been dangerous to me
Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed
The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask

The transcript read like Cam'ron skits
Something wrong with motherfuckers, I don't know what it is
Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit
Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses
The crowd want blood, the firing squad blackened face cupids
It's always two sides to the story
The gory details is online, feel like Maury
Am I my brother's keeper? Nigga, I got my own shit
Excuse me, I got excuses, I got excuses

[ELUCID:]
Free fall, limbs flailing in the blackness, hundred hands slap
Pardon self, sinkhole blast landed
Earth move for a new gold standard
Armand Hammer broke exotic on grand piano
Melting candelabras, clocks blink midnight, no invite, who's the livest?
You haven't matched the meter, so you must respect it
As it pertains to how I freak it, ayy, don't ask me no question
I believe in black secrecy
Plum to the death with language, drown in the thick of spirit
Bodies humbly collapse fetal, eye of a thousand needles
World beat, heavy kick, my city stiff, both liminent
And a twenty-two under Miss Bunches' pillow, she read the room and spit snuff
Bought thirteen babies and outlived all but two
I love to talk with fools, I hate circling the drain
And repeating myself unless I'm barring on the stage
The price done doubled, the ice pebbled, the mint muddled
A vision, receiving all I signal out
There's a part beyond me, plus chaos

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?