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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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Aphrodite's Child

Mister Thomas

 

Mister Thomas

(album: End Of The World - 1968)


A friend who's got daisies in his pocket

Mr. Thomas owns a red bike
And his heart flies like a kite
He gives a coin to the children
Who play war with wooden guns

Mr. Thomas remains at home
When other people go to church
In his dust booked the phone
Round it's edge things always emerge

Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where all things can choose

My grand uncle when he sees him says
"He's crazy" and starts to grin
My lil' lady Prue McKinball says:
"His head is made of straw"

Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where all things can choose

I know there's one arms corps keeper
Is quite eager, do you know why?
All the blue birds from the river
On his top hat gobble and fly

Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where all things can choose

I like to be the bounty clown
Who seems so glad in his watch
I would be always around him
So I could walk his path

Mr. Thomas isn't newspaper
But to me good news
When the hills do glitter the river
Where all things can choose

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