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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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The Hunter's Wife

 

The Hunter's Wife

(album: Hell On Heels - 2011)


He's got 17 coon dogs out in the pen
Ten 11 point bucks hanging in his den
If he ain't a'hunting he's a'watching a show
There's things about hunting that he don't know

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Well, I'm sick of squirrel gravy and I'm sick of coon stew
Fence posts, shock collars, chicken wire, too
If he ain't a'hunting he's out at the lake
Sucking on a long neck, changing his bait

And if I was a betting woman
I'd lay my money down
I'd bet he spends more time in them woods
Than he spends in this house
I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

Go boys...

He may as well be invisible in his Realtree overalls
I can barely see him through the treestand seated underwear and turkey calls
The Lord help me with this problem I can't figure no way out
It's like I'm married to a shotgun carrying, tobacco chewing, no good blue tick hound

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