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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.

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The Rumjacks

400 Miles Away

 

400 Miles Away

(album: Sober & Godless - 2015)


I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days
Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze
Gimme something to help with the shaking or to kill the roaring pain
It's the sound of a sweet heart breaking 400 miles away

Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?

And the cheap lousy dram trembles there in his hand
As he struggles to recall what she wore
He can still see her face in that charming old place
And he'll never forget how she swore
'In all fairness' he says, 'it's all good I suppose'
And his eyes turn the colour of his crooked old nose
He drains the tumbler and straightens his clothes
And he's away with the wind, away

Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?

In all these broken windows, through the tattoos and the scars
He'll catch his own reflection across a thousand other bars
Until he rides again o'er the border, if it takes him all his days
To where the sun rises through the pollution, 400 miles away

Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?
Have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no learns how to forget?

400 miles away

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