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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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Antarctica

 

Antarctica

(专辑: Ground Dweller - 2012)


Father, we fled your house of grey.
We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow.
Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world!
She has an appetite for boys and girls and she's hungry for your soul.

Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky!
Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly.
Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep your wings,
Always keep them by your side.

Before you fly, you'll fall,
Before you walk, you'll crawl….

You've no need to stitch your shadow to your heels,
No, not this time.

Son you'll walk with no whisper, no sound,
Only the feet of the heavy hearted are held to the ground.
You've no need to draw the curtains son, throw them wide.
Cross the borders between the never and the night.
Find the twinkle in your smile, chase it on 'til morning,
Past the second star to the right.

We'll be the smoke curling on the still.
The airship captains; we wait for sun to brush the hills.

Son, I share your windward dreams,
To soar from this little town of shacked up windows and swinging doors!
The rafters creak and the floorboards groan
While the shadows dance to the tapping of my toes.

There's nothing left for us but altitude,
We'll be the kings of the air.

Stolen, by the wind that turns the leaves to razors.
Holding just a string, our twine and our paper lost to the breeze.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?