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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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Charley Pride

Two Pump Texaco

 

Two Pump Texaco

(album: Comfort Of Her Wings - 2003)


He was wiping motor oil off her dipstick
She was pulling on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume he forgot the smell of gasoline
As he was topping off her tank she said, "How far to Abilene?"

He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
From the island of his two pump Texaco

There's a rusted out rambler up on the rack
And a pile of bald Goodyear's out in the back
He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
He calls 'em friend, but he'll probably never see 'em again
No, he won't

He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
From the island of his two pump Texaco
He keeps 'em moving on down the road
Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco

He's heard about those big city shop 'n' go stations
With twenty automated self service machines
He just feels sorry for them big city people
They must not know what service really means
He's got a sign that says

Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles
Maps, gas, soda pop, Lucky Strikes and moon pies
Yeah, he's a third generation filler up, full service man
He thanks the Lord for that star in the sky
And the grease on his hands, yeah, he does

He sees 'em come, he sees 'em go
From the island of his two pump Texaco
It's like a place we used to know
Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco

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