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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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Christian Kane

Something's Gotta Give

 

Something's Gotta Give

(album: The House Rules - 2010)


Faded dreams and blue jeans,
A Rangers cap with sweat rings,
There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots.
Well I've been at it a long time
Working on that bottom line
And every shirt I've worn,
The collar's been blue.
One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
And hit the ground runnin'
At least that's what I keep telling myself.

I've been sitting on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
And this barely getting by is really getting old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Busted hands and broken land,
And black gold turned to sand,
The whiskey's the only well that's running deep.
Yeah the dust devils dancing on the mesa again
At the mercy of that west Texas wind,
And the tumbleweeds, well, they seem to know more than me.
Yeah they always find their way right out of town
They never turn back,
They keep on rolling and they don't slow down.

I've been sitting on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that aing no way to live.
And this barely getting by is really getting old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Ooh, I've been sitting on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, that aing no way to live.
And this barely getting by is really getting old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.

Man, I've been sitting on the fence for way too long
Warming that bench as chance moves on
And believe me, no that aing no way to live.
And this barely getting by is really getting old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
But someday something's gotta give.
Something's gotta give.

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