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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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Procol Harum

In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence (Reissue Bonus Track)

 

In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence (Reissue Bonus Track)

(album: Shine On Brightly - 1968)


In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier
Stands a rusty old retainer
Whose old eyes are filled with tears

For his master, Good Sir Galant
Who is now off to the wars
And although his eyes are crying
We know grief is not the cause

And if grief is not the reason
He must be of sterner stuff
And his sword though old and rusty
Must be blunt as sharp enough

In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the broken window pane
Stand the remnants of the evening
Who are waiting all in vain

For the crowing of the cockerel
Showing morning is not night
But the air is filled with silence
And the daylight is not bright

But still darkness is no reason
We are men of sterner stuff
And our swords though old and rusty
Still are blunt as sharp enough

In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the hat-stand in the hall
Waiting only for the morning
Shadows flitting 'cross the wall

And perhaps that old retainer
Whom now giving of his all
May have once been just as we are
And now has no face at all

But still grief was not the reason
He was made of sterner stuff
And his sword though old and rusty
Still was blunt as sharp enough

done

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