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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!

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Peter Hollens

Hobbit Drinking Medley

 

Hobbit Drinking Medley

(专辑: Misty Mountains: Songs Inspired By The Hobbit And Lord Of The Rings - 2016)


Oh you can search far and wide
You can drink the whole town dry
But you'll never find a beer so brown
Oh you'll never find a beer so brown
As the one we drink in our hometown
As the one we drink in our hometown
You can keep your fancy ales
You can drink them by the flagon
But the only brew for the brave and true
.Comes from the Green Dragon!

Hey! Ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow
But there still be many miles to go
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
And the stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain or rippling brook
Is a mug of beer inside this Took

Blunt the knives, bend the forks
Smash the bottles and burn the corks
Chip the glasses and crack the plates
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth, tread on the fat
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat
Pour the milk on the pantry floor
Splash the wine on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl
Pound them up with a thumping pole
When you're finished, if they are whole
Send them down the hall to roll
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn
Beneath an old grey hill
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
One night to drink his fill
The ostler has a tipsy cat
That plays a five-stringed fiddle
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaky high, now purring low
Now sawing in the middle
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle
A jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune
While the landlord shook by the Man in the Moon
"It's after three!" he said
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle
The dog began to roar
The cows and the horses stood on their heads
The guests all bounded from their beds
And danced upon the floor
The round Moon rolled behind the hill
As the Sun raised up her head
She hardly believed her fiery eyes
For though it was day, to her surprise
They all went back to bed

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?