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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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Stan Rogers

Flying

 

Flying

(album: From Fresh Water - 1984)


It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again
Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men
I was a third round pick in the NHL
And that's three years of living in hell
And going up flying, and going home dying

My life was over the boards and playing the game
And every day checking the papers and finding my name
My dad would go crazy when the scouts would call
He'd tell me that I'd have it all
Ninety nine of us trying, only one of us flying

And every kid over the boards listens for the sound
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A
Dreaming of that miracle play
And going up flying, going home dying

I tell them to think of the play and not of the fame
If they've got any future at all, it's not in the game
'Cause they'll be crippled and starting all over again
Selling on commissions and remembering
When they were flying, remembering dying

And every kid over the boards listens for the sound
The roar of the crowd is their ticket for finally leaving this town
To be just one more hopeful in the Junior A
Dreaming of that miracle play
And going up flying, going home dying

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?