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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

Our Own War

 

Our Own War

(album: Little Ship - 1997)


Hostilities ended, nobody cared
Anymore for the war, so a truce was declared
So it ends in surrender, then there's peace at least
Arms are withdrawn and fire is ceased
To stay in a skirmish one needs appetite
Two need desire to keep up a fight
But when appetite's off and desire is gone
Then the fire is held and arms are withdrawn

When losses and wounds are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout
And arms are laid down and the fire goes out

We remember the ones who run out of dumb luck
Monuments are erected and statues are struck
But we tend to forget if and when we forgive
And the survivors survive but they never quite live
As for our own war, yes, I recall it well
Just what it was like our own personal hell
I've forgotten the good times, heaven's so vague
But I remember the battles
Oh, how they raged!

When losses and wounds are grievous and gory
When the battle is pitched, in the field there is glory
When hearts just aren't in it, retreat leads to rout
And arms are laid down and the fire goes out

done

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