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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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Rag #6

 

Rag #6

(album: Vieux Frères - Partie 2 - 2015)


Il est tard et on chante et la ville aveuglante est si belle
Les maisons sont quelconques mais bien lisses
Les maisons sont couvertes de goudrons mais si lisses
Et ouvertes à ton coeur en fusion
Tu touches à l'espoir et tu glisses
Un regard et un jour il s'accroche
On rebouche les fissures, on referme tous les murs
On retaille dans la roche, on répare le vitrail
Et on disperse le brouillard, plus de gènes ni d'averse
Dans les nuits rien ne lasse, on ne fuit plus les belles
On oublie le poison, je préfère aux morues et aux figues
La sueur de la rue, je préfère la fatigue de mon front
Qui se trempe
Je préfère la chaleur de mes tempes et les fleurs que j'arrose

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