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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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A Lot Like Birds

Recluse

 

Recluse

(专辑: No Place - 2013)


Within the shadows of the ever-barren,
We decompose like decrepit particles,
Windows of your inner being.

Neglecting what is loved.
It's the absence of substenance.
Struggling to exist
In this hallowed yet hollow shell.

Hey you,
Your guard's up but the whole room can see straight through.
Your exoskeleton is plastic,
Melting 'round the edges
And dripping down your spine.
You've got very little time.
And most of it is mine anyways.

Oh no! Don't hesitate,
They can sense it.

Within the shadows of the ever-barren,
We decompose like decrepit particles.
Can you feel me crawling through your inner being?
You're a hollow shell that once existed.
Did you come into the sending?
So send me away.

We all just end up as dust.
Glorified ash. Rust.

Welcome, my guest, to the attic!
Just shut the trap behind you, don't panic,
We don't mean to startle you.
If you could just remove all your clothes,
Shut your mouth and relax
And we'll remove a part of you.

(Wrap her up, wrap her up, wrap her up.)

Struggle deep inside the cobweb,
We can feel the strands shake off.

Fill up my stomach with heartbeats!
Skitter backwards into cluttered recesses,
Your home is ours!
Everything you threw out, abandoned;
We took as our own, built it up in our own way.
Mansion of mess!
A legacy of refuse, eaten memories and scars.

Don't stay.
I don't care, just let me be or make me whole.
Walk, crawl, run.
As long as you don't forget this place,
Our faces, these old floors.

"Home is where the hearts are,"
Said the hunger to the waiting predator.
Now I know where to go.
"Home is where the fun starts,"
Said the hunger to the waiting predator.
Yeah, I know where to go.

Go for the throat.

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?