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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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Ian Dury

Fucking Ada

 

Fucking Ada

(album: Laughter - 1980)


Moments of sadness moments of guilt
Stains on the memory stains on the quilt
Chapter of incidence chapter and verse
Subheading chronic paragraph worse

Lost in the limelight baked in the blaze
Did it for nine pence those were the days
Give me my acre and give me my plough
Tell me tomorrow don't bother me now

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Times at a distance times without touch
Greed forms the habit of asking too much
Followed at bedtime by builders and bells
Wait 'til the doldrums which nothing dispels

Bodily mentally doubtful and dread
Who runs with the beans shall go stale with the bread
Let me lie fallow in dormant dismay
Tell me tomorrow don't bother today

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Tried like a good 'un did it all wrong
Thought that the hard way was taking too long
Too late for regret or chemical change
Yesterday's targets have gone out of range

Failure enfolds me with clammy green arms
Damn the excursions and blast the alarms
For the rest of what's natural I'll lay on the ground
Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
Fucking Ada, fucking Ada
...

done

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