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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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Caroline Rose

Red Bikini Waltz

 

Red Bikini Waltz

(album: I Will Not Be Afraid - 2014)


Take your red bikinis and your lamborghinis
Take your tans and your men with the spray in their hair
Take your tasteless beers and your ill-replenished beach
Take your tacky houses that you built on the sea

That'll just wash away in the next hurricane
But it don't matter now, and you'll just build 'em up again
And they'll be bigger, and faster, and stronger than before
Till they pick up their skirts and they walk down the street
Saying "Fuck all y'all, we're moving to the country..."

So they plop down and call themselves luxury suites
A name that a man invented in his sleep
Now the driveways are filled with lamborghinis
And the backyards are filled with red bikinis
And that poor little piece of fertile country
Could have been growing some for a factory to reap
To process and package for a family to eat
Who look with envy at that house on the street

What they don't know is that those people
Have got nothing that'll last
Cause they don't even really know their own kids
Who'll get good grades in school
And fill their days up with things
And who don't realize that they can't even think
For themselves and don't even know how to ask why
Cause they're told what to think
And what they're told is a good-for-nothing, dirty, rotten scoundrel of a lie

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