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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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Cliff Richard

Girl On The Bus

 

Girl On The Bus

(album: Established 1958 - 1968)


Sometimes when I look from my window I'll see
A beautiful stranger who beckons to me
I know where she comes from
But where does she go
One day I'll go with her and then I shall know

Each day when she passes at ten twenty-three
Her eyes find my window
She's smiling at me
I run to the stairs
But too late she is gone
She'll back tomorrow at a quarter past one

On Sundays I miss her
She doesn't come back
I don't know the reason
Guess I'll never know why
She may go away for the weekend
But then she'll come back on Monday at twenty past ten

The week passes quickly and often I'll see
That beautiful stranger who beckons to me
She stands on an island surrounded by sea
And the smile on her lip says fly B.O.A.C.

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