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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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Nathaniel Rateliff

Three Fingers In

 

Three Fingers In

(album: Falling Faster Than You Can Run - 2013)


Well It would take a mountain of men to move me
And that'd be a long way from the way that you spoke
In your head so clearly without break or breath
Or words redefining

I was stuck on my pride
And the skin
And the sinking it in

And you told me
"wipe your brow, clean me off
Give me time to figure it out."

Some songs we could sing, and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring
And you hate the few who were bold
Some burn up the sleeve
And drive too far to remember

Well I wasn't lost, I was here
I was three fingers in
I was the junkyard, and the bumper
For the few feeling left

I was the cold nail, and the ice
On the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wet

Well it'd be the bit and the reins
That broke all the teeth in the mouth

And it'd be the whip, on the foreskin
For the few that had some left
To spare

Some songs we could sing, and never mean it
Some songs leave a ring
And you hate the few who were bold
Some burn up the sleeve
And drive too far to remember

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?