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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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Rilo Kiley

A Town Called Luckey

 

A Town Called Luckey

(album: RKives - 2013)


Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60
You have no land of your own
A job you despise
And a lover that's mean

And you started noticing a disturbing thing
Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen
So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east
And you drove for eight days aimlessly

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
Being full aware that it's a middle-age crisis type thing

And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey
Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y
Where the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streets
Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets
That covered the bloodstained mattress underneath
Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen
A slender man with a mustache on both sides nothing in between
Looking like a preacher son who had given into the devil-worshipping scene
He was a real looker and he bought you a drink

And you proceeded to tell him everything
And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed
You laughed like a carburetor and then you screamed
All the doubt and the disbelief

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

And he told you how he came to be
As an altar boy by his father's knees
And how he came to lose his faith
There was no touching but advances were made

And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him
And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean

A storm cloud, a hurricane if you will
A storm cloud, a hurricane

Telling yourself to be humble
Singing to yourself to be free
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

Go home late, find yourself happy
It's just a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing
It's a middle-age crisis type thing

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