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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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Chuck Berry

My Dream (Poem)

 

My Dream (Poem)

(album: San Francisco Dues - 1971)


When I build my home,
That I shall have some day;
It'll be like I want it
Oh and I mean that in every way.

I have yet to see any
That would cope with the style
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have peak lines,
And contours that dip;
And form shadowy eaves,
Where the little raindrops can drip.

...That sweet pitter patter,
Of raindrops at play
Is such a beautiful sound
On a quiet gloomy day.

You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
And I'll be snugged up
By my fire-place.

Maybe feeding my little dog,
Or playing with my little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
And wondering where you're at.

But when the meadow is shadowed
By that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
For the dew drops to come;

At my old upright piano,
With pure ivory keys,
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
Of whatever I please.

Sometimes it'll be classics,
Sometimes lullabies;
But mostly rock n' roll
that I'll surely improvise.

And with my favourite guitar,
I'll be just strumming away
And bidding goodbye,
To another beautiful day.

A portrait of my angel,
That I love most of all
I'll have painted from a snapshot
Onto my bedroom wall.

Where the suns warm rays,
And the moon's cold beam
Will cast her reflection,
As I lay there and dream.

You know, I can't deny
but it makes me so sad,
When I think that I've lost
All that I could have had.

It was best for her
And I guess I, I know;
That she measured my love
And then asked me to go.

Then Finally my house,
I will have it complete.
And I'll take up a smoke,
Sitting by the window sill.

And I'll read my many books
That I'll have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes drooping
down in the west.

And I'll feel that gold,
Warm light on my face;
And then I'll start tripping
To some far off place.

That through all of my travels,
I must have missed somewhere
A place that I might find
My angel someday.

And I'll leave all that I have
To the gods, up above;
And go spend my life searching
For the angel, that I love.

For all of my dreams,
Would be but a souvenir;
Compared to the one
That I love so dear.

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