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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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Ralph McTell

Eight Frames A Second

 

Eight Frames A Second

(album: Eight Frames A Second - 1968)


She comes riding early in the morning
Round about four to seven
No one's ever out at that hour
With eyes that see her
Touch the morning flowers secretly
And the leaves slow their commotion
And the great trees gently sway
Like an ocean on a still day
And raise, in praise, their arms to the sun
Who announces the day has begun
At eight frames a second

Velvety shadows in misty meadows
Are changing colours so softly
With care, the sun puts colour in his drawing
And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning
So perfect
And as she rides the gold and silver miles
Only the sun is sure
What it is that she smiles for
She leaves with no sign of what she has done
Though her morning rise, known by everyone
I'll tell you her name, and it's dawn

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