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Hallo! Ik ben Lirkit!

Ik heb veel manieren geprobeerd om Engelse woorden te onthouden en vond de meest effectieve voor mij!

We hebben alle woorden van de liedjes die we ons hele leven hebben gehoord al in ons geheugen. We hebben er simpelweg geen aandacht aan besteed, maar we horen ze allemaal al!

Ik merkte dat wanneer je een nieuw woord leert uit een liedje dat je al eerder hebt gehoord, je de vertaling van dit woord al voor altijd kent en je het nooit zult vergeten!

Deze methode wil ik met je delen. Het schema is dus als volgt.

We vinden liedjes die we al gehoord hebben.

We voegen alle onbekende woorden ervan toe.

We slagen voor minitests van geheugenspellen. klaar

Nu je veel woorden kent, zul je heel snel de hele taal leren kennen!

Ik wed dat je verrast zult zijn hoe effectief deze methode is!)

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The Neville Brothers

Sons And Daughters

 

Sons And Daughters

(album: Brother's Keeper - 1990)


Young man on his way home from the market
Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon
Gets kinda dark, sun just set

There's these other young men standing
On the corner, nothing to do, just hanging around
They're passing out their weapons to each other:

Brass knuckles, pipes, chains, half a bricks, broken bottles, switchblades

Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit
352 years hard labor in Angola prison 352 years at hard labor
Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton
It's where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul
For some crime he did not commit

We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying, "Just say no"
We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a squeaky clean America

Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice

They show us the faces of hatred over and over a new one every week
Could be Manuel Noriega
Could be the Ayatollah
Any old scapegoat'll do
The young man will be our sacrificial lamb

Pro choice no choice
We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter
Pro choice no choice
Slogans mean nothing
To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola
For a crime he did not commit
It's freedom of speech, as long as you don't say too much

You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
And don't forsake our sons and daughters

You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
Don't forsake our sons and daughters

It's freedom of speech as long as you don't say too much
I think we're all running thinking that we can hide
I think we're running trying to get away
But sooner or later we gonna realize
We gonna meet up with the truth face to face

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