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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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John Denver

You Say That The Battle Is Over

 

You Say That The Battle Is Over

(专辑: Autograph - 1980)


And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
and it's we who must measure the loss.

And you say that the battle is over, and finally the world is at peace.
You mean no one is dying, and mothers don't weep, or it's not in the papers, at least.
There are those who would deal in the darkness of life,
there are those who would tear down the sun.
And most men are ruthless, but some will still weep
when the gifts we were given are gone.

Now the blame cannot fall on the heads of a few, it's become such a part of the race.
It's eternally tragic when that which is magic be killed at the end of the glorious chase.
From young seals to great whales, from waters to wood,
they will fall just like weeds in the wind.
With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls, what a hell of a race to call men.

And you say that the battle is over, and you say that the war is all done.
Go tell it to those with the wind in their nose who run from the sound of the gun.
And write it on the sides of the great whaling-ships,
or on ice floes where conscience is tossed.
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
and it's we who must measure the loss.
With the wild in their eyes, it is they who must die,
and it's we who must measure the loss.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?