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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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Jimmy Bartlett's Teeth

 

Jimmy Bartlett's Teeth

(album: God, Forgive These Bastards: Songs From The Forgotten Life Of Henry Turner - 2012)


There was this kid I used to know and he was born with the
Wrong name and I would walk with him to school every day
On a cold October morning, he was jumped by a gang of local high school kids with pipes and rusty chains
When the ambulance arrived all his teeth were broken out and Jimmy Bartlett never walked quite the same
Turns out the house that he grew up in had been stolen by a man 100 years before who shared his last name

And while we're talking about houses we grew up in, lemme
Tell you about mine: it was an honest little one story place
But when my mother died it became abandoned for a while, and
Was quickly repossessed by the bank
But then in 1985 a couple neighborhood kids broke into the house through the back door
When the fire trucks arrived, it was burnt to the ground
There ain't a sign of that house there any more

But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
But that's alright. But that's alright
That's alright. that's alright. right. right. right. right

When I was nine years old I watched a kid get his legs broken
Because of his last name
17 years later, an arson fire burned down the house where I was born. There ain't no moral to any of that and there ain't nobody to blame
It was just one of those things

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