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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!

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Ray Price

A Different Kind Of Flower

 

A Different Kind Of Flower

(album: Reunited - 1977)


She came down from Boston to be closer to her mother
and try to taste a little of country life.
She was her mother's only daughter from a good school where
They taught her how to walk and talk and fold a napkin right.
I was boots and Levis born for driving cows and planting
corn and anything that sparkled caught my eye.
She was a different kind of flower, nothing like my country clover,
but I figured I could touch her if I tried.
I only meant to touch her just one time and let her go,
but touching her was loving her and how was I to know
that she'd be the kind of flower calloused hands would never hold.
While I was reaching for her body, she was reaching for my soul.
She went back to Boston, my soul is all it cost me,
just to touch her, now I wish I'd never tried.
She was a different kind of flower and after having
known her I just can't keep country clover on my mind.

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