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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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Fionn Regan

Sow Mare Bitch Vixen

 

Sow Mare Bitch Vixen

(album: 100 Acres Of Sycamore - 2011)


Spit on your hand and lead me inside
Through the caves of your fingers and into the tide

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

One more line and an audience will clap in their head
Removing the animal hide that covers your bed
With a classroom compass I can now say I've been kissed
Across my pale body, clenched in her fist

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

Button on your hood and we can sleep in the graveyard
Zip up your boots, I'll be in the yard
The holes in conversations she fills with smoke rings
I tell her I'm with someone, she laughs, says "no strings"

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

It's easy to remember and hard to forget
For the dust of reflection has not settled yet

Sow, mare, bitch, vixen
I've always had a thing for dangerous women

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