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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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The Flying Burrito Brothers

God's Own Singer

 

God's Own Singer

(album: Burrito Deluxe - 1970)


Straight-backed chair and a table where he sits when he's able
To walk over from bedridden misery
To record from his thoughts on a worn out table cloth
Where he'd been while his mind breaks sleeplessly

Though his body's bent with age, you know he's still out on that stage
Entertaining all his friends that pause to greet him at the door
Forty-nine years out on the road, many nights he'd saved a soul
Now he sits and waits to claim his own reward

God's own singer of songs is going home
Though he's poor, might be the richest one you know
All his pain will set him free
Wash his soul and cleans him clean
God's own singer of songs is going home
God's own singer of songs is going home

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