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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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Robert Earl Keen

Rolling By

 

Rolling By

(album: No Kinda Dancer - 1984)


It's a busted old town on the plains of West Texas.
The drugstore's closed down, and the river's run dry.
The semis roll through like stainless steel stallions
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by.

And the mission still stands at the edge of the plateau.
A stone marks the graves where the old cowboys lie.
Asleep in a time, in a town just a youngster
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by.

And the drive-in don't play no Friday night picture.
No big silver screen to light up the sky.
Gone are the days of post-war-time lovers
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by.

And me, I stand here at the last filling station
Where the wind moans a dirge to the coyote's cry.
I jump in my car; I'm back out on the highway
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by
Going hard, going fast, going wild
Rolling hard, rolling fast, rolling by

done

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