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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!

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The Rumjacks

Fact'ry Jack

 

Fact'ry Jack

(album: Sleepin' Rough - 2016)


Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery
Lugging them bottles and cans
'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs
And Jackies two good hands
So they killed the lights and chained the doors
They were fresh back from a bloody war
So for three whole days kept the coppers at bay
Raiding the company store

Our Jack he were a hell of a clown
Even the march o' years couldn't run him down
He were a real human, rough-cut diamond
They're never many around
He said, 'Angers wasted on the youth
And wisdom on the old it's the truth
I put the kids through hell but I taught 'em well
How to tip it all on its roof.'

Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a horrid affair
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a sorry affair

He sad, 'The black people and the white
Should be out hooking up tonight
Making pretty little brown skinned babies
With one less reason to fight
Don't set your watch by Sydney trains
And don't ever try to build
On them sacred lands, on tidal sands
Or the hearts of foolish girls.'

Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a horrid affair
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a sorry affair

'They say Saturdays child works a long hard day
And I've given it all I can give
So you can stop trying to sell me a funeral plan
I've only just learned how to live
So pass the dutchie, wreck the halls
Leave public art on public walls
And get cracking on a way to keep evil at bay
Don't say you weren't told...'

Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a horrid affair
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Seven young men they were locked in a factory
They were there from Thursday to Saturday
Oh what a sorry affair

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