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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

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Alela Diane

Gypsy Eyes (Bonus Track)

 

Gypsy Eyes (Bonus Track)

(album: The Pirate's Gospel - 2006)


1, 2, 3, 4

Paper pockets was my pastel
And from marching maps my finger nails
I scratching for a brave
That's not been wrong yet
That's not been wrong yet

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury
I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn't love my God less
And I didn't need my full skirt
Oh, I didn't love my God less
And I didn't need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes

But I've seen you in narrow streets
I've turned some rocky ground
So I prune my trees back
For a stand tall garden
And I've counted some closets
So I, counted some closets

But now I'll knock my
Now I'll knock my
Sorrow shadows
I'll knock my sorrow, shadows

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury
Oh, I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn't love my God bless
And I didn't need my full skirt
Oh, I didn't love my God bless
And I didn't need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes

Do you see this holy, holy spirit
Round my neck
Do you see I wear
This holy spirit round my neck
But it's for my sister swallow

So play me pardon
Father son
Play me pardon
Father son
Father son
Father son

'Cause I was a child with fits of fury
Oh, I was a child with fits of fury

And I didn't love my God bless
And I didn't need my full skirt
Oh, I didn't love my God bless
And I didn't need my full skirt

To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes
To beg green gypsy eyes

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