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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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Fair To Midland

Quince

 

Quince

(album: Inter.Funda.Stifle - 2004)


You could've been raised in africa
We lacked in our vigor
Been an "x" on the calendar
Losing our cool in antarctica
So i put my coat on ya
The breeze was light burgundy

I learned to stand in Istanbul
So I send you my Morse code,
Till you capture the syllables.
Subtracting the fees under carried time
Somewhere over the Great Divide
Blacked like a candlestick

You could've been raised in Africa.
We lacked in our vigor, been an "x" on the calendar.
Losing our cool in Antarctica, so I put my coat on 'ya,
the breeze was light burgandy.

I have an army suited and ready for you
to simply take a bite and steer.
We're more than prepared to fight this unfair.
All you need do is tease your taste and steer.

Your crimes are not mine or theirs
Weary from the wear you invent
I forget for some time
I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath

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Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?