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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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Whiskey Man

 

Whiskey Man

(album: Immortal Soul - 2011)


Woke up behind the steering wheel,
wonder if I've gone too far...
Quick shiver, cross against the light,
A curse from a cab in a strange tongue.
Leave my wheels, better let them rest.
The keys like ice in my shaking hands,
from the neon haze to the bar stool maze,
The nightlife, it sure is a strange one...

It's a son of a bitch, when I get that itch,
and here it comes again...

Please call me Whiskey Man,
when the bottle's in my hand.
Hello, it's Whiskey Man!
Another shot at my command.

Feel old but you say I don't look it, yet.
Work so hard trying to hide the miles.
A seekers path, I'm on the heels of glory.
All paths of glory only lead to the grave.
Sweet glory's dancing on yours,
she's always one step ahead.
Well I know that, I'm still riding anyway,
a mind is a terrible thing to save...

It's a son of a bitch, when I get that itch,
And here it comes again...

Please call me Whiskey Man,
when the bottle's in my hand.
Hello, it's Whiskey Man!
Another shot at my command.

It was a fine idea long ago, in a time of fine ideas,
when the August night would last into forever.
So we broke the glass and hit the gas
while the Summer filled the trees.
In the day, we two, we were breaking through,
and not dying by degrees.

Like I'm trying to say, wash it all away,
and here I go again...

done

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