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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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Steve Earle

Fixin' To Die

 

Fixin' To Die

(album: So You Wannabe An Outlaw - 2017)


I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'd be telling you a lie, if I told you I was treating her well

Now I followed her car to the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I followed her car to the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell

Sitting in the shadow across the parking lot
Reckon that I'm probably right, praying that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he come, let 'em get inside and I lit 'em up

Fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
And I'm fixing to die, going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, and I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell

Warden walking up ahead, preacher there behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles, beads around my hands
Walking 'cross the yard never coming back again

I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
Now I'm fixing to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell

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