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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!

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Guy Clark

Cornmeal Waltz

 

Cornmeal Waltz

(album: My Favourite Picture Of You - 2013)


There's nothing like cornmeal on a dance-hall floor for dancing the night away,
Slipping and sliding, effortlessly gliding in the arms of my sweet Lillie Mae,
So I shined up my boots and ironed my shirt, and pulled on some new blue jeans.
Oh, I brushed off my hat, slicked back my hair; I'll beat all that she's ever seen.

There's nothing like listening to the fiddles play
While doing the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothing to keep you from drifting away,
Doing the cornmeal waltz.

Way out on Ranch Road 17 there's a dance hall in the live-oak trees,
Yellow lights strung up all around, so all the little kids can see.
Pickups are parked near to the road; the beer is so cold it might freeze.
Stars are all out, the band's in tune, and it smells like a barbecue breeze.

There's nothing like listening to the fiddles play
While doing the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothing to keep you from drifting away,
Doing the cornmeal waltz.

Beat-up old Stetsons, beehive hair, belt buckles bumping in time.
There's little girls dancing on their daddies' toes, spinning around on a dime.
Grandma and Grandpa are out on the floor, dancing like they've lost their minds.
There's old maids and bachelors and sweethearts alike, all moving in three-quarter time.

There's nothing like listening to the fiddles play
While doing the cornmeal waltz.
There's nothing to keep you from drifting away,
Just doing the cornmeal waltz.

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