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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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Kevin Fowler

Beer Money

 

Beer Money

(album: Chippin' Away - 2011)


There's one thing this man can't live without
Something I can wrap my heart and hands around
First thing I want to hold when I get home
Been saving up for it all week long

Times are lean and money's tight
A man's got to prioritize
I've learned how to sacrifice

[Chorus:]
I'm gonna drive a little less, walk a little more,
Save a little bread at the grocery store,
Turn down the heat till I can see my breath,
Throw another blanket on that old brass bed,
Sell my golf clubs half my clothes,
Sign in the yard says everything goes
And no more roses for my honey, but ain't giving up my beer money!

When I'm a six pack shy of next month's rent,
I just pop a top and wonder where it went
Down to four strings on my guitar
Selling off my truck part by part
Stretch a dollar, squeeze a dime
Pinching pennies, hell that's fine,
Ain't nothing cutting into my beer time

[Chorus]

Well there's coupons in the paper,
Enough cans at the end of the month to buy me another case
You know a man can't have too much

[Chorus]

Not my beer money!
My beer money!
Not my beer money!
My beer money!

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