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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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Little Arabella

 

Little Arabella

(album: Ars Longa Vita Brevis - 1968)


Little Arabella, she's always out of her head, out of her head
She lives in a daydream, she never understands what she said, what she said
She carries a flower, long after everyone said it's dead
And if you see her, you'll never believe her head

Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed
A skirt around her ankles, smoke coming out of her head
She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody in her bed
And if you meet her, you'll never believe her head

Talks in riddles, talks in rhymes
She reads the stars and looks for signs
She is a problem of the times
I'm rather glad she isn't mine

Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed
A skirt around her ankles, smoke coming out of her head
She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody to be found
And if you meet her, you're sure to be her next ground

Arabella, that's Arabella
Arabella out of her head
Arabella out of her head
Arabella out of her head
Arabella out of her head
Have you ever met a bird quite like little Arabella?
Course you have, she's sitting right next to you

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Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?