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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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Billy Ray Cyrus

Guns, Gold & Guitars

 

Guns, Gold & Guitars

(album: The SnakeDoctor Circus - 2019)


Yeah old cooter jumped up from a bad dream
On the dawn of the day of the dead
And when a plan split his brain like a light beam
Made a suit outta chicken bone heads
And then he clucked and he crowed down to Main Street
While the flock fell into his trance
And as the news crew caught it for the TV
The hens sang while the Chickenman danced

They said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We're tired of living on bubbles
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We're tired of pecking for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And being great for a few

Life in the coop is getting real tough
The tractor's running but the wheel's stuck
We're out here looking for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars

And so the Chickenman rooster in the courthouse
Bad eggs went walking round armed
But when yardbirds landed down at Fort Knox
It tripped several federal alarms
So the congressmen staggered into action
Made a law for the troops to respond
But all the seals whipped out telecasters
And cut down on the Chickenman song

They said the chickens are troubled
The poop's aimed at the fan
We're tired of living on bubbles
We're sick of trickle-down plans
We're tired of pecking for a penny
And no corn in the stew
We're sick of bad for the many
And being great for a few

Life in the coop is getting real tough
The tractor's running but the wheel's stuck
We're out here looking for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars

Yeah!

Life in the coop is getting real tough
The tractor's running but the wheel's stuck
We're out here looking for the real stuff
Yeah the chickens want guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need...
Yeah they really need guns, and gold, and guitars
... guns, and gold, and guitars
Yeah they really need... guns, and gold, and guitars

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