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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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Ryan Adams

Hotel Chelsea Nights

 

Hotel Chelsea Nights

(album: Love Is Hell, Pt. 2 - 2003)


How long's it gonna be, babe
Before I get over you, doll
I bet it's gonna be a while now, kid
What with you living right up the hall

And I'm tired of living in this hotel
Snow and rain falling through the sheets
In fact I'm tired of 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

Maybe you just didn't read me right
The lights went out and you just didn't understand
I played your song; I got the melody all wrong
Wound your shit up like some rubber bands

And I'm tired of living in this hotel
Fire and rain blowing through the streets
In fact I'm tired of 23rd Street
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

I feel like getting rid of all my things
Maybe just disappear into the fog
The traffic roars; my stomach screams
Like a gang of angry dogs

And I'm tired of living here in this hotel
TV and dirty magazines
And I'm just trying to get a little sleep
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night
Strung out like some Christmas lights
Out there in the Chelsea night

done

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