Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
Lyrkit press

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!)

next

skip
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

Or rate me in Windows Store:


And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Chris Knight

Highway Junkie

 

Highway Junkie

(album: Trailer II - 2009)


A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving on down the line

Ain't nothing in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah old truckers' hearts get broke

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

Ten miles out Nashville doing bout 91
State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said there ain't no fire I'm just running from a flame
Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

So I rolled on into Memphis, I got nothing left to lose
Wanted to hear some rock 'n' roll but all they played was blues
Didn't want to hear no blues
So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said "Drive them eighteen wheelers, boy, you're the king of the road"
You're the king of the road

Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off-a my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?