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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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'Til Tuesday

On Sunday

 

On Sunday

(album: Welcome Home - 1986)


You should take a walk
But it's just the same wherever you go
You just wish the ghost was gone
So you make some calls
But it's talking while you're wanting to go
You're just ringing phones for fun
You can always make a new excuse to cry
But you don't have to use it on yourself

So why spend your sadness now
Save it up for me on Sunday
And why is lonely all you have
When love is what you'll find on Sunday

You might guard your heart
But it's awfully fun to have it broken
Or at least to leave a bruise
It becomes an art
Though the rules of which are rarely spoken
By the lucky ones who can choose
So your pain becomes another souvenir
And your souvenirs become your world

So why spend your sadness now
Save it up for me on Sunday
And why is lonely all you have
When love is what you'll find on Sunday

Why spend your sadness now
Save it up for me on Sunday
And why is lonely all you have
When love is what you'll find on Sunday

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