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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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Edie Brickell & New Bohemians

Little Miss S.

 

Little Miss S.

(album: Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars - 1988)


Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Making it with punks on the floor
Living the scene out of her limosine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
Living it up to die
In a blink of the public eye

Day-glo paint on an electric chair
Electric dye in her lover's hair
A pretty sight in the middle of the night
Made up for everyone to see
Swinging on the branch of a broken family tree

You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without life

The village idiots in her bed
Never cared that her eyes were red
Never cared that her brain was dead
In the hours that her face was alive
It was a thing just to be by her side

You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without life

Heyy yeah. All right

You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without life

You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without
You got a lot of living to do without life
Heyy yeah. All right...

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