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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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Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man

 

Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man

(专辑: Tattoo - 1977)


[spoken]
Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square, set him down up there on a picnic bench and he used to play checkers with them other old men up there. they used to tell stories bout when they were kids. grandpa says he shot the chief of police when he was nine years old. n' i believe him, cause they tell me that hazard, kentucky's the baldest place in the world. why, they say they used to sit out there on there front porch, shoot then revenuers when they'd come down the hollow. said they was so young, took two o' them boys to hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger, hymn! well, grandpa , he'd lie a little bit, but i'll tell you, there's a lot of stories in harlan county.

Yea, folks in harlan county, lord, they knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy preacher dan
But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways i don't recollect
Never hear of poppa talk of nothing' but the land

And daddy was a god fearing' farmer yes he was
Could not read nor write, lord, he could barley spell his name
Daddy was a god fearing' farmer all his life
Someday when I'm grown ill be the same.

Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
He had the best tobacco crop around
And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
Papa made his living' on the ground.

Yes sunday-go-to-meeting' called for more than he could stand
I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
But he never missed a sunday taking momma to the church
Maybe it was habit, lords, but heaven only knows
Yea, folks in harlan county, lord, they knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy preacher dan
But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect
Never hear of grandpa talk of nothing' but the land

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?