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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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Morten Harket

A Kind Of Christmas Card

 

A Kind Of Christmas Card

(album: Wild Seed - 1995)


All you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
Where your daughter is

There are ways of life
You never understood
It's right here
Downtown Hollywood
It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard
I've got a stolen moment trying hard
To write a kind, kind of christmas card

But I am burning out again
Tonight there is fever in my veins

Mama, dear
All the love you gave
I guess there's really nothing
Nothing much to save
This place is as dirty as I feel myself
There are still some riches
At the Roosevelt
That evening prayer
Those memories
In my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
That's where I'm at
Down in Los Angeles

And I am burning out again
And I must rise above the shame
Tonight there is fever in my veins

Just think of the girl I used to be
You were my age once, mama
Twenty-three
I can still hear some of the songs you used to play
From that summer of love in '68
Seems it's turned into a winter of hate

And I am burning out again

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