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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.

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The Shins

Port Of Morrow

 

Port Of Morrow

(album: Port Of Morrow - 2012)


Through the rain
and all the clatter,
under the Freemont bridge,
I saw a pigeon fly,
fly in fear
from a raptor
come to take its life.

And as it closed,
In for the capture,
Funnelled the fear through my ancient eyes,
Se in flight what I know are the bitter mechanics of life.

Under my hat,
it reads
the lines are all imagined.
A fact of life
I know
to hide from my little girls.
I know my place amongst
the bugs and all the animals.
And it's from these ordinary people
you were longing to be free.

In my hotel,
and on the TV,
a preacher on the stage
like a buzzard cries
out a warning,
Of phony sorrow.
He's trying to get a rise.

Cyanide, from an almond,
Let him look at your hands,
get the angles right.
Ace of spades,
Port of Morrow,
life is death
is life.

I saw a photograph
of Cologne in '27,
and then a postcard after the bombs in '45.
Must have been a world of evil clowns
that let it happen.
But now I recognize,
dear listeners,
that you were there
and so was I.

Under my hat, I know
the lines are all imagined,
A fact of life I must impress on my little girls
I know my place amongst
the creatures
in the pageant.
And there are flowers
in the garbage,
and a skull
under your curls.

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