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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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Fig With A Bellyache

 

Fig With A Bellyache

(album: It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's Alright - 2009)


The Camel in the desert took a ship across the lake while the Fish in search of water found a Fig with a bellyache, who overheard the waves as they headed for the shore: We're not so sure of separations anymore.

At the Caterpillar picnic, Brother Butterfly stole a rhubarb stem, licked and dipped it in the sugar bowl.
Caught out for Massachusetts in a double-stack train through the Adirondacks spinning like a weathervane.
Gathering & cutting & splitting & stacking the wood, our fuel is neatly piled and we all feel good.

We pretend to care and like we understand, our eyes go soft but know it now: What we're thinking about's your mammary glands and how to sail your birth canal.
We found the pot that fit the lid no less now then when we were smarter did.
Our thoughts are like a tea bag on the saucer, all the flavor gone.

That Dog below our waist's aroused, as arms embraced the pretty Gals.
It came much more as a surprise, it happening while I hugged the guys.
We planted for the final frost, we once were found and now we're lost.
We got a heck of a lot to learn about remaining Taciturn.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?