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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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Celia Cruz

La Milonga De España

 

La Milonga De España

(album: Sabor Y Ritmo De Pueblos - 1965)


Ah...

Un pajarillo en su jaula
Vuela, vuela sin cesar
Y siempre buscando en vano
Sitio por dónde escapar
Y siempre buscando en vano
Sitio por dónde escapar

Ah...

Pobrecito cómo sufre
Buscando su libertad
Yo como el pájaro quiero
Yo como el pájaro quiero
Mi libertad recobrar

Ah...

Enterraron por la tarde
A la hija de Juan Simón
Era Simón en el pueblo
Era Simón en el pueblo
El único enterrador

Él mismo a su propia hija
Al cementerio la llevó
Él mismo cavó la fosa
Implorando una oración
En una mano la pala
Y en la otra el azadón

Y todos le preguntaban
De dónde viene Juan Simón
Soy enterrador y vengo
Soy enterrador y vengo
De enterrar mi corazón

Ah...

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?