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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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Happy Mondays

Country Song

 

Country Song

(album: Bummed - 1988)


Well, I'm a simply city boy
With simple country tastes
Smoking wild-grown marijuana
Keeps that smile on your face

But it says so, so, so, so longer to you
But it says so, so, so, so longer
Listening to my system, just the other night
Watching my TV with the sound turned down

Checking out the late, late, late, night fight night
Checking out the late, late, late, night fight night

Biting off your hands
Throwing your peas and pans
Knocking you to the floor
Accusing you, you filthy whore
And more, more, more, more, more now
More, more, more, too much more now

Well, I'm a simply city boy
With stupid country tastes
Smoking wild-grown marijuana
Keeps that smile on my face

Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, mood
Depending on the mood, mood, mood, mood, mood, mood

Better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
Better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming

Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya
Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya

Better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming
Better get your house for sale, the Indians are coming

Redneck, gotta lot of redneck in ya

done

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