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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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Porter

 

Porter

(专辑: Repent Replenish Repeat - 2013)


Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.

Cell one is a padded little palace, within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life in that room she has been banished,
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl's damaged.
Each day when I arrive at the front gate, I hear her happy little voice say
"You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed.
At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter,
Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter.
She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me'
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me.

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.

Cell four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing.
Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing.
It's startling when you start to think of how you might react to this darker thing.
She believes that she travelled to a far away land and havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand
She killed a woman by mistake, straight away on arriving,
Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling.
It's kind of fucked up, they killed wolves and crows
As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road.
And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done
This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun.
She tells her story with a smile, while not the slightest flicker of rigour lingers [?]
As this princess clicks the heels on her slippers.
Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door
"Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more"

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.

One more door, let's jaw about Wendy.
Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry, hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating
But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting
Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading.
A figure, hands on hips, feet never, never quaking.
Memories of a kiss, hands never, never shaking.
Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking.
Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight.
I know what you're thinking, 'absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate'
She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell,
And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell.
She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well that through her dreams alone broke the fucking bars to this cell.

Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?