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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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Russian Hill

 

Russian Hill

(album: Spilt Milk - 1993)


I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive
A sensory lullaby
We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines
For pistons and gasolines

We see the road from the bedside
Parked under the sunshine
We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside
And take to the motorway

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill
Onto Russian Hill

Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests
Dirty hands feel clean
When dressed in their Sunday best
Treelined villages, oh so, heavenly
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper

Only Eden is for millionaires

Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
Until we spill
Onto Russian Hill

I'm pulling through the last stoplight
We head home past the shoreline
And through the rearview mirror it all melts away

'Til we're hopeless
(Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play)
We're hopeless
(Shift the gears for years and age a single day)
It fades away
(For like curtains close this sunset matinee)
A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill

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