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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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Guy Clark

Cold Dog Soup

 

Cold Dog Soup

(album: Cold Dog Soup - 1999)


William Butler Yeats in jeans
Got up to play guitar and sing
In some join in Mission Beach last night

At the door sat Tom Waits
In a pork pie hat and silver skates
Juggling three collection plates Jesus Christ

Townes Van Zandt standing at the bar
Skinning a Hollywood movie star
Can't remember where he parked his car
Or to whom he lost the keys

Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme something for 'em, man
Show him how you really feel

Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand

Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie

Ginsberg and Kerouac
Shooting dice and playing Rambling Jack's guitar
With the cowboy painting pickguard on it

And they sat in the back and drank for free
And rhymed orange with Rosalie
Now there's a pride of lions to draw to

Ain't no money in poetry
That's what sets the poet free
I've had all the freedom I can stand

Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie

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