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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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Gregory Alan Isakov

Black Hills

 

Black Hills

(album: Rust Colored Stones - 2003)


In the Black Hills
It's so familiar now
Familiar like NPR in the afternoons
It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know
The salt on the sidewalks
Or wether my feet will find me in quicksand erosion, or concrete

These are the questions that rush through my brain
On another, but different, sunny day
In the Black Hills

I will meet your mother today
I won't be so sure what to do with my hands
And I'm never quite so sure where I come from
Or what my daddy does
When whiskey isn't speaking from your sweet lips
We still believe in me

These are the questions that rush through my brain
On another, but different, sunny day
In them Black Hills

I'm so scared of my hands
I'm so scared of those voices on the afternoon radio
And I'm so scared of what my hands are gonna do

I'm so scared to leave Black Hills

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