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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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Roger Whittaker

A Special Kind Of Man

 

A Special Kind Of Man

(album: New World In The Morning - 1971)


Myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

He painted scenes of dragons
Knights in armour, bold and brave
And show me how they rescue ladies fair
And I killed a hundred dragons
Rescue damsels in distress
And that really isn't bad
For a man who wasn't there

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our life
With his poems of the working man
There mothers and there wife's
Had a short life and a sweet one
Had no time to plot or plan
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
My head is stuffed with hay
But my brother was a poet
Or at least that's what they say

Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man

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