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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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Eric Clapton

Cypress Grove

 

Cypress Grove

(album: I Still Do - 2016)


I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
I would rather to be buried
In some cypress grove
Than to have a contrary woman
Lord, I never can control

And when yo' knee bones
Go to aching
An your body getting cold
When yo' knee bones
Go to aching
And yo' body getting cold
You know, you jes' getting ready
Honey, for some cypress grove

Then I would rather be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then I would rather to be buried
Six feet in the clay
Then to be way up here
In New York City
Honey, treated this't-a-way

An I will drink muddy water
I'll sleep in a hollow log
I will drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Befo' I stay up here
Honey, treated like a dog

Yes, I'm going away
Honey, don't you want to go?
Yes, I'm going away
Honey, don't you wants to go?
I'm scared to go back down south
Them people going kill me, sho'

I'm gonna sing this song
An I ain't going to sing no mo'
I'm going to sing this song, an I
I ain't going to sing no mo'
Because my time has done got precious
Baby, Lord, just got
I've got to go, yeah

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