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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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Corey Smith

Cellophane

 

Cellophane

(album: Suburban Drawl - 2023)


Cellophane
The front pocket of my blue jeans
A little fire and a little green
Enough to make me king
On a Friday night
In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road
Where me and the boys would go to get loaded
And hide out from the law

Whoa, it was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Was just a weekend thing
Sleep it off on the couch
And don't get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?
Cellophane

A bunch of kids
Same feather, same kinda cool
We dropped out of the Sunday school
And made up our own rules
For a few good years
Before the cops came sniffing round
Before they took our dope man down
And good shit got hard to find

Oh, when it was just a weekend thing
Some compliments for the alcohol
It was no big deal
Just a weekend thing
Sleep it off on the couch
And don't get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?
Cellophane
Cellophane

Cellophane
A handful of perscription pills
Well, that's when the shit got real
They say those things can kill
Well, I know first-hand
A phonecall that bent my knees
His momma wouldn't look at me
Like she thought I was to blame
Well, maybe I was
Maybe I din't try hard enough
I told him he outta kick that stuff
I guess we shoulda known right from the start

Oh, but it was just a weekend thing
A little help for the alcohol
It was no big deal
It was just a weekend thing
Now there's no way of sleeping off
The hurt I feel

Break it out, I want a taste
What you got in that cellophane?

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