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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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Hayes Carll

Highway 87

 

Highway 87

(album: Flowers & Liquor - 2002)


Highway 87 is a dangerous place to be
When you pissed off all the local boys
And your back's against the sea
The cops all know your number
Bars all know your name
After six straight months of drinking boy
You're never gonna be the same
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't remember when
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been

The sheriff he just watches every move I make
And one of these days he's gonna arrest me
For all the time I take
The local girls all act
Like I just ain't their kind
Painting on their precious nails
And losing their sweet minds
And I've give half of Texas if I could find a friend
I may not know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been

Ah the coast is disappearing
As they line up on the beach
Doing all those little things
That Sunday School don't teach
Jim Beam by the fire, Cocaine in the stash
Baseball bat on the floorboard
Shotgun on the dash
And you might lose your mind
Go walking round the bend
You may not know where you're going
But you'll sure know where you been

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