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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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Boundless

(专辑: Everything We Could Have Done Differently - 2013)


Dear everyone, we are a broken people.
But, it's okay, at least we have each other.
And all I ask is that we can love one another,
In a society of social adaptation to no end.
We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend.
Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy.
Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the church of Christ.
Now, the church of judgement.
Amid the beautiful devastation,
The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses to a crime of passion.
A crime of madness,
A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas,
Reaching into the hearts of children,
Grabbing into their vital organs.
Until their blood pumps differently,
Now inept to the silence,
Rather than the equality.
We've been indoctrinate to believe that it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain.
And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day.
Not letting a single moment go to waste.
But we find fault in our grief, and we let political biases enter a spiritual realm, and change the pace of our breath,
Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess, that is our bleeding head.
Breaking our necks and changing the landscape of the human brain.
To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride.
So we created a diatribe, a sickening language of dialect to change the meaning of brokenness.
So we can say we are changed.
Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged.
And brought back to a point of comfort,
Through a time of stress.
And we talk to each other fairly straight,
But at a scary rate, we escalate our fate to the point of that very break.
And then in times of comfort we barely relate.
Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a warred drain,
But it always leaves dark stains in the sink holding society to the brink of rioting.
The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing.
I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many,
In the name of love,
In the name of peace,
In the name of grace.
Don't shy away I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame.
But rather to make it known that we are all the same.
In need of love,
and in need of embrace.
So let's make this change, and find a way to relate,
In a way of love,
Not hate.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?