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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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Amy Macdonald

The Days Of Being Young And Free

 

The Days Of Being Young And Free

(album: Life In A Beautiful Light - 2012)


Listen to my heart as it beats for you
And it's telling you the things that I never could.
And it's laying it down on the line for you.

And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face.
And the days of being young and free
Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind.

And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues,
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth.

The days of being young, the days of being free.
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.

The years are passing, every single day.
Where did they go? Did you take them all away?
Now I'm older and brave.

And the children, they all left. They fled their family nest.
And now we're all alone
And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore.

Then I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues,
They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too.
And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak
And I can not speak the truth.

The days of being young, the days of being free.
They're etched upon my face in every light that you see.
The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well.
What I wouldn't give to live it all again.

And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again,
The fear, the surprise, everything.
In my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything.
And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again
And I wouldn't change anything.

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