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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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Jacques Brel

Chacun Sa Dulcinea

 

Chacun Sa Dulcinea

(album: L'Homme De La Mancha - 1968)


[Le padre:]
Chacun sa Dulcinéa
Qu'il est seul à savoir
Qu'un soir de pleurs, il s'inventa
Pour se garder un peu d'espoir
Aux barbelés du coeur!
Par elle, par sa Dulcinéa
Ou par l'idée d'icelle
L'homme rebelle devient un Dieu
Voilà qu'il vole et même mieux
Cueille des lunes du bout des doigts
Mais cependant si tu es de ceux
Qui vivent de chimères
Rappelle-toi qu'entre les doigts
Lune fond en poussière!
Il n'y a pas de Dulcinéa
C'est un espoir fané
Malheur à qui peut préférer
Le verbe être au verbe avoir
Je sais son désespoir
Il n'y a pas de Dulcinéa
C'est un espoir fané!

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