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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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Oregon Geography

 

Oregon Geography

(album: VII - 2013)


I been late to a town on a roof with my girl
A stark kind of beauty this view of the world
To the south like a mouth
The hills black as match

Strange lights seen through sights
Flew like devilish kites to halves
Unknown, unfounded, unguessed, unnamed
To the west is the river, black river's insane

Where the tall grass trees hide you deep in the leaves
Where the holy ghost roams like a swarming of bees
Lost souls and strangers, beggars and grangers
And gamblers and strangers, drunk slain and mangers

And caves and on cliffs
And holes the ground
Some men make their mark yeah
Some make not a sound

Out east when the mountains
Like a fangs they be touting
Rocking and fountain
And darkness expounding

Like wise men of old
In the cold they be told
Think twice or behold
These both words sound like gold

Up north is the fields
Where the humble man kneels
In the dirt, the soil
The cold brings the boil yeah

I worked in them fields
Struggled under the sun
With a quota and a gun
'Til my work there was done

Then I slipped through the cracks
Ended up on the tracks
And I never looked back
Slipping rhymes like a maps

See it all clear
Through the haze of my mind
Huffing glaze through the town
Take a hit, stay wound

(Rest in the river)
(Down through the hills)
(Into the mountains)
(And down through the hills)

(Rest in the river)
(Down through the hills)
(Into the mountains)
(And north to the wind)

(Rest in the river)
(Down through the hills)
(Into the mountains)
(And north to the wind)

(Rest in the river)
(Down through the hills)
(Into the mountains)
(And north to the wind yeah)

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