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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

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Our Lives Would Make A Sad, Boring Movie

 

Our Lives Would Make A Sad, Boring Movie

(album: It Never Goes Out - 2011)


And to the people making life from lust, abusing trust,
And the fuckers who made fools out of the best of us:
You've swayed the public thought that they're all that they've bought,
And otherwise they're ugly people that will soon be dust.
And to the schools that brought us up and had us 'socialized',
Teaching us the world through hall passes and single file lines.
We are discouraged to ask questions or to raise a fist.
No wonder nobody can tell there's something so much fucking bigger than this.

And we say everyday that we won't grow up to live the lives that they do,
And yet we only walk on footsteps that they set for us instead of clearing paths towards
Promised lands we dreamt about, and better worlds we read about.

We leave our higher educations that we all 'must' get
With a signature stamped paper and a mound of debt.
The bank has got us by the throat and then we're forced to settle
For the jobs we hate, 9 to 5, 40 hours, 40 years
Til the day we are too weak to work, too frail to play.
No friends or lovers because they've all passed away.
We've waited for this day all of our lives long,
And on our death bed the stereo plays our favorite teenage anthem song.

We sing along.
We sing along.
We sing along.
(We sing along.)
(We sing along.)
(We sing along.)

And to white, middle-class, suburban kids: start dealing with your privileges.
Smash your TV, read a book, or see the world instead.
Enjoy the simple things in life because you can,
Like your family, friends, community, and local bands.
If there's one thing in your life that you'll never forget,
It's that we're dead in the future but we're not dead yet.
Your life starts right now so start acting like it,
Or else you'll wake up one day feeling like a silhouette.

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