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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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Christy Moore

Ridin' The High Stool

 

Ridin' The High Stool

(album: Listen - 2009)


I was riding the high stool, expanding and expounding,
On the price of rice in Sierra Leone and the height of the beef mountain.
As to where did Jack Doyle meet Movita. How many wives did the Aga Khan.
Dismounting from my high horse, I couldn't find the handle of the bar room door!

Yeah sure I knew it all then up againg the counter,
I'd weigh you up in ten seconds flat.
Ya see I was a great judge of character, my instincts always telling me exactly what kinda guy I got.
'Til I turned to go that is, whereupon I couldn't tell my arse from my well-bent elbow.

I was heading down the streets of Laredo singing Red Sails in the Sunset,
Sure it was no wonder, we knew it all then.
Twas like drinking porter off a sore leg sez Ber Murphy.
"Would ye ever ask me bollix", sez Kenny Barry.

I showed them the colour of me money when I got back from Katanga,
There's no business like show business sez Titch Maher in Flood's bar.
After snagging turnips for the Holy Fathers,
But after it got dark, much later; down by the pinkeen bridge. I cried buckets in the river,
When Mickser sang "Oh gentle Swallows"…….oh gentle swallows

For knowing it all is a lonely place to be. Yet still I found it very hard to say,
"Hey man, this load is too much for me, til I was completely terrified.
Whereupon a light ship came upon my way, and caught me in its beam.
Before I went under, yet again, for the very last time.

I was riding the high stool, expanding and expounding.
Swimming in the wine lakes and climbing the beef mountains.
Riding the high stool expanding and expounding,
On the price of rice in Siera Leone and the height of the beef mountain.
Riding the high stool expanding and expoundin'….

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