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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

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Ray Stevens

Bagpipes - That's My Bag

 

Bagpipes - That's My Bag

(album: Boogity Boogity - 1974)


Well, blowing that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu-huffing and a-puffing on my bagpipe bag
Wheezing and a-blowing 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train coming over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vessel
Blowing that bagpipe bag ow! That's my bag

Ready, set, gonna blow a little bit...

He came over the water on a boat from Scotland
To the US, started him a rock and roll band
Playing for picnics, parties, cookouts and parades
He'd stand on the bandstand in his red plaid kilt
Grooving on his bag, how the melody would lilt
Played up at Harvard and down in Vanderbilt
He's a mess, huh huh, wears a dress

Well, blowing that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu-huffing and a-puffing on my bagpipe bag
Wheezing and a-blowing 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like the whistle on a big ol' train
If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vein
Blowing that bagpipe bag ow! That's my bag

One, two... gon' blow some for you

Well, his name was Patrick Alfred Muldoon
Never got up 'til it was late in the afternoon
Practiced all night... you hum it, he could play it
Any tune, yeah
And he'd blow up flat tires to keep his lungs in shape
And his face would turn purple like a big fat grape
Ev'ry time he cut out on the chorus of "Claire de Lune"

Well, blowing that bagpipe, that's my bag
Hu-huffing and a-puffing on my bagpipe bag
Wheezing that thing 'til my big fat floppy jowls sag
Make it sound like a train coming over the trestle
If I blowed it any harder, I could bust a blood vessel, huh
Blowing that bagpipe bag ow! That's my bag

Ready, set... here we go again!

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