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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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Birth Of The Blues

 

Birth Of The Blues

(album: Saturday Night With Mr. C. - 1958)


Oh... they say some people long ago,
Were searching for a diff'rent tune,
One that they could croon,
As only they can...

They only had the rhythm... so,
They started swaying to and fro...
They didn't know just what to use,
That is how the blues,
Really began...

They heard the breeze in the trees,
Singing weird melodies,
And they made that,
The start of the blues!

And from a jail came the wail,
Of a down-hearted frail,
And they played that,
As part of the blues!

From a whippoorwill out on the hill,
They took a new note (whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill...)
Pushed it through a horn 'till it was worn,
Into a blue note... (whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill...)

An' then they nursed it, and rehearsed it,
And gave out the news,
That the "Southland"...
Gave birth to the blues!

(Shout out the wonderful news!)

Oh, the breeze from the trees,
A wail from the jail,
A buzz from the cousin of a nightin'gale,
And "Southland" (hello, hello!)
Gave birth to the blues!

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