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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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Rod Stewart

Farewell

 

Farewell

(album: Blood Red Roses - 2018)


All dressed up on a Friday night
Getting drunk on cheap red wine
Two north London boys just out on the town
Catch a train up to cool Soho
The Marquee and The Flamingo
Pills and chills and girls in heels and Georgie Fame, yeah
Making out we were millionaires
Anything to get the girl upstairs
What was it you said, humour before looks works every time
Skinny ties and mohair suits
White boys can't sing the blues
This was our time, our space, our songs, our generation

And I'll never know again
Someone as genuine
Someone as wonderful as you
And I can't believe you're gone
That's why I wrote this song

Goodbye my old friend
I'll miss you, yes, I will
So long my best pal
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Oh you, yeah you
Were like a brother to me

Take a walk down Wardour street
In the pub where we used to meet
I step inside and I imagine you're there
Dolled up in a hound's-tooth suit
Buttoned down shirt and Chelsea boots
We had a bond that should've lasted a lifetime
But I hope you're looking down
And I hope I made you proud
What I'd give to see you in the crowd tonight, ahh yeah
And when we meet again
There will be no end
Just me and you man

Goodbye my old friend
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Yeah, so long my best pal
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Oh you, yeah you
Were like a brother to me

Intellect and common sense
Means nothing at all if you sit on the fence
Anarchy is for the foolhardy
Why rail against society
Aim high, reach for the sky
How you gonna know unless you try
These are your words, not mine

So long old friend

Goodbye my old friend
I'll miss you, yes, I will
So long my best pal
I'll miss you, yes, I will
Oh you, yeah you
Were a brother to me

done

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