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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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The Tragically Hip

Blow At High Dough

 

Blow At High Dough

(album: Up To Here - 1989)


They shot a movie once in my hometown
Everybody was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway, some kind of Elvis thing
Well, I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything

Get it out, get it all out, yeah, stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last, at least till the supper bell rings
Well, the taxi driver liked his rhythm, never liked the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion, then something just threw him off

Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

Whoo, baby, I feel fine, I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense, no, it makes no sense, but I'll take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her, it was the strangest thing
How'd she move so fast, move so fast, into that wedding ring?

Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well, I can't catch her but I can get behind anything
Yeah, I can get behind anything
Well, I can get behind anything

Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

Yeah, blow at high dough
Blow at high Dough
Oh blow

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing

done

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