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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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Baxter Dury

Picnic On The Edge

 

Picnic On The Edge

(album: Happy Soup - 2011)


Cuddle and wait
A huddle on the floor
Cool cats all a muddle at the door
What a bore. Badger just score
Barking at the dark
Face like a basking jar

She's a dark princess
She doesn't really need this
Shes waiting vivid west wood
Do you mind if I kiss you?
Have a little cuddle?
There's no way that's going to go

Silly little rave queen
Mumbling dirty options
Sitting on my lap
Who am I the sort of chap
Watching you dance
A bit scared now

Then badgers snuggling up
With ambitions
Breaking my love
And all the posh girls are laughing
And I've got to think quick

Who am I
Who am I!

(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da! dala dala dala!)

So the taxi
Drives off into the mistic
And I bid fairwell to you
I'm stuck a badger
And his crew lowing it down in poetry

I'll sit on this fence forever
Except all living

done

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