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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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Injury Reserve

Best Spot In The House

 

Best Spot In The House

(专辑: Injury Reserve - 2019)


(This is the best, the best spot in the house?
Absolutely)

Check it
Check it, yo, check it
I've had niggas that come up to me, say that they looked up to me, yeah
And that they been fucking with me since shit was ugly, yeah
And that these songs, man, they saved they life
Now, how you put that kind of power in these hands of mine?
And how a nigga 'posed respond to some shit like that?
Am I supposed to "Oh, thanks," pat they back?
I ain't tryna take away from the experience they had
But, honestly, I'm not prepared for some shit like that
And when they credit myself, they discredit themselves
And the strength that they had, yeah, to better themselves
And they talk about the strength that I have in my songs
But they don't know, behind them stories, there's some shit that's just wrong
And I hear 'em say that it was beautiful
But to me, man, that shit was inexcusable, uh
To talk about a death and not go to the funeral
Telling myself, "You gotta swallow all that guilt that chewed at you"
Shit was juvenile, like how was I too cowardly to go to your fucking funeral
But still feel like rapping about your death was fucking suitable?
Was I true to you, or using you?
Or the unfortunate events to make my songs more moveable
My grief provable?
It's true though, I do wish I could call like shit was usual
Tell you shit's popping, uh, tell you life's beautiful, uh
But I didn't check on you when you were still here, yeah
And that shit been eating at me for this past year, yeah

This remind me of Will dancing on that couch
2014 Flagstaff, we're back now
Halloween a year later and we're driving home
I'll throw up eight times before we make it out
Still reminds me of Will dancing on that couch
Saw him last week, he swears that we made it now
People watching now, better not let them down
I'll throw up eight times before we make it now
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shout out to my brother Chuck, healthiest dude I know
One day, he was hooping and just dropped to the floor
In disbelief, man, I could never fathom that
His sister Rosie hit me like, "It might've been a heart attack"
Couldn't do shit about it, stuck in Arizona
Plus they brought him back, but I heard he's in a coma
Drop to my knees and I start to pray
Said, "If he wakes up, I swear that I'll call and text him every day"
Felt like a lifetime after a couple days went past
And I still ain't heard from your ass, man, wake the fuck up
Yo, luckily he did, my promise didn't last that long
You would text me, it would take like a week to respond
And I ain't got shit going on
Man, that's so fucked up
Two years later, seen your silhouette in that crowd
Last show, our first headlining tour, it's sold out
700 people, yeah, that shit was so wild
Seen that ugly-ass grin, knew I made you proud, yeah

This remind me of Will dancing on that couch

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?