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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

Shed Song

 

Shed Song

(album: Hill Of Beans - 2019)


Amongst the tins of nails and things
Is where Granddad and me
Turned his shed into a church
Of masculinity
No female bothered to intrude
Into our sacred space
Content in manly solitude
Or in shared state of grace

Tobacco oil and creosote
This temple's incense clung
To perfumed piny wooden walls
Where voodoo gas masks hung
Where priestly purple bottled meths
Along with tins of screws
And ancient saws and chisels stayed
That I never saw him use

This shed was never made for work
But built for sanctuary
Where we both took communion
Of biscuits with our tea
And I soaked up crumbs of knowledge there
Behind the creaking door
Expounding on the day to day
Or times before the war

On shelves where ghosts of laughter slept
Decayed to sooty dust
Time wrapped around those memories
Like moss and creeping rust
But in that sleep the truth of dreams
Seeped into limber walls
Until by simply breathing in
Each one could be recalled

Intending to rebuild his shed
When Granddad passed away
Dismantled it too turned to dust
Till just three planks remained
So one for him and one for me
And one for lives and schemes
That overlap each history
Aboard this ship of dreams

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