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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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Jim Croce

Speedball Tucker

 

Speedball Tucker

(album: Life And Times - 1973)


I drive a broke-down rig on may-pop tires 40 foot of overload
Lotta people say that I'm crazy because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle, I gotta rope it up and head right down
Non-stop back to Dallas popping them west coast turnarounds

And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker,
terror of the highway and all them other truckers
will tell you that the boy is mad
to be driving in a rig like that

You know the rain may blow, snow may snow, and the turnpikes they may freeze
But that don't bother ol' Speedball, he going any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle to keep his throttle foot a-dancing 'round
With a cupful of cold, black coffee, and a pocketful of west Coast turnarounds

One day I looked into my rear-view mirror, and coming up from behind
Was a Georgia state policeman, and a hundred dollar fine
Well, he looked me in the eye as he was writing me up,he said, driver you been flying
And 95 was the route you was on, it was not the speed limit sign

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