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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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Bobby Darin

Long Line Rider

 

Long Line Rider

(album: Bobby Darin Born Walden Robert Cassotto - 1968)


Wetting it down, boss
Wet it down
Wiping it off, boss
Wipe it off
Doing ten to twenty hard
Swinging twelve pounds in the yard
Every day
Every day
I came in with a group of twenty
There ain't left but half as many
In the clay
In the clay
Long line rider, turn away

There's a farm in Arkansas
Got some secrets in its floor
In decay
In decay
You can tell where they're at
Nothing grows, the ground is flat
Where they lay
Where they lay
Long line rider, turn away

All the records show so clear
Not a single man was here
Anyway
Anyway
That's the tale the warden tells
As he counts his empty shells
By the day
By the day
Hey, long line rider, turn away

Someone screams investigate
Excuse me, sir, it's a little late
Let us pray
Let us pray
This kinda thing can't happen here
'specially not in an election year
Outta my way
Outta my way
Hey, long line rider, turn away

There's a funny taste in the air
Big bulldozers everywhere
Digging clay
Turning clay
And the ground coughs up some roots
Wearing denim shirts and boots
Haul 'em away
Haul 'em away
Hey, long line rider, turn away

Well I heard a brother moan
Why they plowing up my home
In this way
In this way
I said, buddy, shake your gloom
They're just here to make more room
In the clay
U.S.A

done

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