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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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Germs

Land Of Treason

 

Land Of Treason

(专辑: (MIA): The Complete Anthology - 1993)


Land of treason waste no reason
We are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs
We're enemies of men we are not desired
Our face show
We've grown cold, but
Have not conspired
Old hearts gone
The future's on mother nations mired
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead
We find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death
We find that we are not so very awed

Loyalties burned
The words our blurred overturn your own
Walk like dogs and watch the doors
Have your other stone
Stop the toys that match disordered
Calculate the thrones
Feel the pulse descending
Decaying hallowed tomes
In the starving sense you worship
The nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage
That you've never ever seen

The time is now the vicious here
A stolen dinner code
The license of the savage land
That you've always sold
So bite the hand that needs you
And bless another coal
The virus never issues
From a cotton so very old
As the lights come down
You wash your hands and start to climb
The ladder that you stole
Slip the hatch and spin the sword
The money lords are poor
Push the tan that rolls downhill
Their sense of dream absorbed
Still the cat that breaks the night
Tie him to the core
Chase the viruses that believe
That what's right is scored
It's a senseless cash in of right for right
What's wrong is never gone
And left is just a bassion for the fools
Golden dawn

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?