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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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Sean Stemaly

Outskirts

 

Outskirts


Got an '86 square body jacked up Chevrolet
Rolling down a no-name road
With a dog in the bed, a couple three shotguns
Hanging on the back window
Beer cans on the floorboard
And a cooler full in the back
Park it by the creek, just the crickets and me
Gonna get a little way off track

I got some moonshine my grandaddy made
In a still out back in his shed
Under the moonlight where I unwind
Building up my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows in gold rows
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts

Catching keepers on a trot line, deer with a drop time
Hanging up on my wall
Big dead copperhead I killed with a shovel head
Hold it up, it's six feet tall
Watching sunsets on the back porch
From a little house on the hill
We all say we're gonna leave this place
But we know we never will

I got some moonshine my grandaddy made
In a still out back in his shed
Under the moonlight where I unwind
Building up my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows in gold rows
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts

Hmm, yeah

I got some moonshine my grandaddy made
In a still out back in his shed
Under the moonlight where I unwind
Building up my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows in gold rows
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts
Out here in the outskirts

Woo

done

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