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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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Björk

Börnin Við Tjörnina

 

Börnin Við Tjörnina

(album: Gling-Gló - 1990)


Gaman er fyrir hin gódu börn,
Ad ganga med pabba út ad tjörn.
Sjá thar lítinn bra-bra-bra,
Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha.

Gefa honum braud ad bíta í,
Börnin hafa svo gaman af thví.
Saddur verdur bra-bra-bra,
Og börnin skemmta sér, ha-ha-ha.

Úti í hólma á sér ból,
Ungunum sínum veitir skjól.
Allir eiga their sömu sæng,
Sofa undir mömmu væng.
Fara ad reyna ad fleyta sér,
Fús ad kenna theim mamma er.
Hún er theirra víta vörn,
Verndar og fædir sín litlu börn.

Eitt sinn lítinn unga ég sá,
Auminginn villtist mömmu frá.
Sífellt í hring hann synti thar,
Og hana ekki neins stadar.

Mamma vissi vel um thad,
Og á vængjunum sínum kom thar ad.
Ósköp gladur vard unginn thá,
Og öruggur sinni mömmu hjá.

Ef ad tjörnin okkar frys,
Uti er gaman ad sleda á ís.
Thá er oftast úti svalt,
Og aumingja bra-bra thá svo kalt,

Med kalda fætur á köldum ís,
Króknar stundum, deyr og frys.
Börnin harma bra-bra sinn,
Og búinn er söguthátturinn.

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