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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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Marianne Faithfull

Young Girl Blues

 

Young Girl Blues

(album: Loveinamist - 1967)


It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If I had any sense I'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, I can only say I am lonely
I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading

The flowers on my stockings are wilting away in the midnight
The book I am reading is one man's opinion of moonlight
My skin is so white, I'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Closing my eyes, if I'm to rise up before noon

High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving
My dream, strange seem images are moving

My friends, they are making a pop star or two every evening
I know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving
My friends they are models but I soon got over that one
I sit in my one room, a little brought-down in London

Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear it's degrading

La la la...

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