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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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Practice

 

Practice

(album: Letter To America - 2011)


There comes a time
In every young boy's life
When he takes in his hand for the first time
And holds it like a wife

Up there in his bedroom
Full of dreams and fantasies
I guess a boy can't help himself
Doing what comes naturally

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you go what it takes
You know practice makes
Just practice boy

Teasing it squeezing it
For all it was worth
Strumming it loving it
I gotta be first

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you got what it takes
You know what practice makes
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
He's good enough for me

Other kids were ducking school
Playing football playing the fool
I was up there in my bedroom
Banging out those twelve bar blues

Practice every day
That's what my Dad would say
You gotta practice boy
If you go what it takes
You know practice makes
Just practice boy

P-E-R-F-E-C-T
He's good enough for me

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?