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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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Loudon Wainwright III

Expatriot

 

Expatriot

(album: More Love Songs - 1986)


You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes
Might seem sentimental or sound like sour grapes
Sell my clothes and furniture or give 'em to the Goodwill store
I'm going overseas I'm not coming back anymore

Maybe it's a little romantic for a middle-age man like me
I'm gonna be an expatriate just you wait and see
Living in a Garret in Paris a House-Boat in Amsterdam
Smoking a beard, growing a pipe, doing the best I can

Like Gauguin I'm a gonna go to Tahiti, wait and see
Find a little brown skin girl to fall in love with me

For years and years you're gonna wonder just where I've gone
Maybe when I'm eighty years old I'll come back home
There'll be parades and ceremonies
Retrospectives too
And that brown skin girl will be so sad
I came back to you

You can keep my bicycle, all my records and tapes

done

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