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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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Tim Montana

American Thread

 

American Thread

(album: American Thread - 2020)


Tough as nails, hard as bricks
Six foot one, walking ten foot six
Four on the floor, twelve in the back
With a Weather Guard box and an old gun rack

Feeling fly, riding high
Roughneck red till the day we die

We're the eighteen wheelers hauling loads
Up at dawn, farmers cutting rows
Hard hats out there pounding roads
We're the working class, son, and that ain't low
Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We're the camouflage on that front line
Stand for the flag till the day we're dead
We're every stitch of this American thread

We're the dusty boots and late night rides
Busted knuckles and bloodshot eyes
Might break our backs, but not our pride
Roughneck red till the day we die

We're the eighteen wheelers hauling loads
Up at dawn, farmers cutting rows
Hard hats out there pounding roads
We're the working class, son, and that ain't low
Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We're the camouflage on that front line
Stand for the flag till the day we're dead
We're every stitch of this American thread

To the "never quit" stay in the fight
To the boys in blue out saving lives
From the teachers and the preachers tryna raise 'em right
From the third shift hustle to the nine to five
To the single mom tryna feed her kids
To the bartender 'tending on making tips
We're all one people at the end of the day
No matter where we're from, we're American made
American made

We're the eighteen wheelers hauling loads
Up at dawn, farmers cutting rows
Hard hats out there pounding roads
We're the working class, son, and that ain't low
Get the Copenhagen cowboy kind
We're the camouflage on that front line
Stand for the flag till the day we're dead
We're every stitch of this American thread

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