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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!

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Body For The Pile

 

Body For The Pile

(专辑: Visions Of Bodies Being Burned - 2020)


And it's stains in the wainscotting
Cracks in the baseboard
Arachnid in the corner serving up face
Like whose house you think this is?
Prism vision in low light
Scan prison tats on the back of a low life lifeless
And a broke nose might just be done dripping
Wet all night
It dries deep red on a off white carpet
And a soft light arcs just above arm height
All white Vans placed on the floor
Pack of Pall Mall lights
Bites marks on a half sandwich with no crust
Mustard and mayonnaise
Lettuce and red cold cuts
Moonlight streams through window dust
It floats up to the ceiling fan that creaks from rust
As it labors to go around
Trying to catch that feeling
And the paint on his base is peeling
And the taste in the air is faint but there
Just enough that the rats are nearing
Cause where there's blood there's feast and famine
Makes murder a meal
And the cheap wall clock will stop at one shot
So he knew it was time to kill

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs and they can't do nothing for the last time
You can't run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile
Body for the pile, body for the pile
You just a body for the pile, body for the pile
And you should probably take your last breath right about now

Office highly decorated
Plastic frames around diplomas, all the commendations
Accommodating swivel chair where the blue suited sir sits slumped
Brains splattered, wall stained, grey matter runs
Badge with his name makes blood on the tongue
'Cause it's pinned to his right cheek
Right where the gun must have first flirted
Before it was stuck in his mouth
Officer *bleep* with his brains blown out
Water pitcher with the ice
Two glasses one either side
Of the desk the lipstick left on one appears to smile wide
And the slanted blinds are squinting just enough
For the sunrise to zebra stripe the room with light
He would have had to shield his eyes
But they wide open no motion
No, he never flinched
Palms flat on the table, didn't seem to move an inch
Fish bowl on the far side of the room
Where goldfish swims around
Suspicious of the gun that now sits in the bowl with him

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs and they can't do nothing for the last time
You can't run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile
Body for the pile, body for the pile
You just a body for the pile, body for the pile
And you should probably take your last breath right about now

Red and blue light spinning
On the corner by the new fried chicken spot
Cop car hopped the curb then absurdly hit the hydrant
Which wouldn't stop
Spraying water that's dripping over the face that's made its way through the windshield
And cutting bleeding the people leaving the scene and saying they never seen him
Coming but he must have run the light, he never rolled
Hand is reaching for the gun but couldn't get a hold
So, it's sitting limp up on the dash
And all the flashing of the cameras is lighting up the noontime cold
Overcast broken glass
On the concrete the scent of gasoline
Hovers over the motor smoke
And the single broken bicycle spoke wheel still protruding
The medics moving the little twisted body to bag it up
Detective notices the traffic camera then calls the station to back it up
And somewhere the screams turn into sobs
And the sirens mix with the howls of dogs
And from the water the rolling fog
Scented wet as the breath of God
They say in the greyscale city
Where the skies are scraped
And the days are pretty much shaded
You never know the faithful, they walk and they pray
And there's one less lung sucking air today so

Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs and they can't do nothing for the last time
You can't run you just a body for the pile, body for the pile
Body for the pile, body for the pile
You just a body for the pile, body for the pile
And you should probably take your last breath right about now

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?