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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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Slim Dusty

Yellow Old Bullcatcher

 

Yellow Old Bullcatcher

(album: Natural High - 1994)


They're greasing up their leather gear in the stockcamps of the North
Young ringers come all set for mustering time
As for me I'm in the big shed working on a tough old lady
This yellow old bullcatcher love of mine

Dust clouds are rising high into the northern sky
With the big boss up above with his noisy chopper
But I'm in touch by phone as we head the big mob home
I circle round and round in the old bullcatcher

An old devil, mate, to drive, but she keeps your mind alive
When the steering gear goes [?], look out she'll get ya
When a mad bull breaks away, that's when we show our play
And bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher
(Look out now!)

There's a bush camp by the river where the [?] fight like hell
And the crocodiles, old mate, ain't far behind
But I can't wait to get back
Down that dusty rugged track
And yakka with some old bush mates of mine

Oh there's new times on the bull bar
And sides of solid steel
When you're working in the bush no one can match her
When a mad bull breaks away, that's when we show our play
And bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher

Hey, we bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher
(That's right)

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