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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Olivia Newton-John

Sordid Lives

 

Sordid Lives

(album: Sordid Lives - 2001)


Now who's to judge who's a saint and who's a sinner
Lord, it's tough enough to trudge from brunch to dinner
We seek the light of truth between our white lies
We sleep away our youth under tattletale skies

Now who's to say who's a sinner and who's a saint
Who's to say who you can love and who you can't
Now it's easy for the pot to call the kettle black
They're just jealous of the hot and lusty sordid lives they led

Ain't it a bitch sorting out our sordid lives
It's a bitch when you come to realize
got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a really shitty prize
It's a bitch sorting out our sordid lives

Now we struggled coming down the chute to take our first breath
and we struggle for acceptance from birth to death
But the Lord's too busy trying to keep the world on it's feet
He ain't got time to give a damn about what goes on between the sheets

Ain't it a bitch sorting out our sordid lives
It's a bitch when you come to realize
got yourself a box of Cracker Jacks
then you get a really shitty prize
It's a bitch sorting out our sorry little sordid lives

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