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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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Tina Turner

Nutbush City Limits

 

Nutbush City Limits

(album: What's Love Got To Do With It - 1993)


A church house, gin house
School house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go to store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

You go to field on the weekdays
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturdays
And go to church on Sundays

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

No whiskey for sale
You get drunk, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail

They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
I said they call it Nutbush city limits
Nutbush city

A little old town in Tennessee
Quiet little old community
One-horse town
You got to watch what they're putting down

Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Oh
Oh
They call it Nutbush, yeah
They call it Nutbush
Nutbush city limits

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