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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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Frank Foster

Gettin' Right

 

Gettin' Right

(album: Southern Soul - 2013)


I got some Black Label Jack in a brown paper sack in the console
Got a twelve pack in the back in my Oilfield Camo cooler, got it ice cold
I've been fourteen gone, I'm finally back home
There ain't but one thing that I wanna do
Is get down where the river bends, on the sandbar with my friends
And drown these roughneck blues

Drop the gate on the truck
Turn the radio on
Everybody's yelling, turn it up
That's my song
Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank
Top it off with a little Frank
And when the sun falls outta sight
You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight
'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

You got some pretty southern women dancing 'round in their bare feet
And these two piece tan-lines showing in the sunshine are killing me
And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime I paid
'Cause they're hiding my wandering eyes
I spent my hard earned money on these hick town honeys
Y'all, welcome to the good life

Drop the gate on the truck
Turn the radio on
Everybody's yelling, turn it up
That's my song
Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank
Top it off with a little Frank
And when the sun falls outta sight
You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight
'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

And all we wanna do is have us a good time
A little whiskey, a little beer
A little bit of that apple pie moonshine

Drop the gate on the truck
Turn the radio on
Everybody's yelling, turn it up
'Cause that's my song
Jam a little Skynyrd and Hank
Top it off with a little Frank
And when the sun falls outta sight
You can bet your boots, we gonna throw back a few tonight
'Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right
Oh, we getting right tonight

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