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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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Every Time I Die

Depressionista

 

Depressionista

(专辑: The Big Dirty - 2007)


trained in the art of devastating the arts be remaining unmoved in their midst.
we came down, down, down from that high and now we're looking for more.
we're bloodless now, and we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all.
we're passed around, around, around like the currency of the friendless roads.
one trick pony. and the parlor isn't big enough for the both of us.
'til death do we rock?
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
'til death do we rock?
you're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you're still buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves. we're retreating into the vogue where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars.
beg for the scraps of prose that piled up behind the bar. though we try and try and try we get the melody wrong but we remember the words.
we're the parasites but we are delicate in the way we bring each other down. we were oh so close to the start when they finished us.
aim the mast at the ground.
aim the mast at the ground
sail us to the belly of the whale
'til death do we rock!
we're so full of shit.
'til death do we rock!
you keep buying it.
the closed circuit of stimulus that runs between fashion and guilt is winding tighter around the heart.
our orbits are collapsing upon themselves but we stand in the traffic indifferent to the grand histrionics of god. unmoved.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?