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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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Christy Moore

Beeswing

 

Beeswing

(专辑: Burning Times - 2005)


I was 18 when I came to town they called it the summer of love
Burning babies burning flags the hawks against the doves
I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim St.
Fell in love with a laundry girl that was working next to me

Brown hair zig zagged around her face and a look of half surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes
She said to me, can't you see, I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here, I'll lose my mind

She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was running wild (she said)
So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way

We busked around the market towns fruit picking, down in Kent
We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
We were camping down the Gower and the work was mighty good
She wouldn't wait for the harvest, I thought we should

I said to her, we'll settle down, get a few acres dug
A fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said, oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well

She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, she was running wild (she said)
So long as there's no price on love I'll stay
You wouldn't want me any other way

We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
And the last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat
A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet

They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settling down
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse

She was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
I miss her more than ever words can say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way

If I could hold her in my arms today
I wouldn't want her any other way

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?