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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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Woody Guthrie

Poor Boy

 

Poor Boy

(album: Worried Man Blues - 1990)


My mother called me to her bedside
These words she said to me
If you don't quit you rambling ways
They're gonna get you in the penitentiary

Gonna get you in the penitentiary, poor boy
Gonna get you in the penitentiary
If you don't quit your reckless ways
They're gonna get you in the penitentiary

So I set myself down in a gambling game
And I could not play my hand
Thinking about that women I loved
Who run away with another man

Run away with another man, poor boy
Run away with another man
Just thinking about that woman I loved
Who runs away with another man

The cards come around the table, Lord
And I had such a worried mind
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine

I lost about ninety-nine, poor boy
I lost about ninety-nine
My stack of gold dollars I wasted away
And I lost about ninety-nine

It wasn't very long till I seen him again
He run away and left her behind
And I laid him down with my old forty-four
And the judge gave me ninety-nine

Well, the judge gave me ninty-nine, poor boy
And he give me ninety-nine
I laid a man down with my big forty-four
And the judge give me ninety-nine

Well, the jury said that I had to pay
And the clerk he wrote it down

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