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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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Serge Gainsbourg

Viva Villa

 

Viva Villa

(album: L'Étonnant Serge Gainsbourg - 1961)


Deux fusils, quatre pistolets
Et un couteau à cran d'arrêt
S'en vont à Guadalajara
C'est pour un fameux carnaval
Que s'avance cet arsenal
Qui a pour nom Pancho Villa
Tout à l'heure au pied du calvaire
Il dira une courte prière
Puis il reprendra ses jurons
Et son chemin et sa chanson

Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!

Quatre fusils, dix pistolets
Quinze couteaux à cran d'arrêt
Viennent de Guadalajara
C'est pour un fameux carnaval
Que s'en vient tout cet arsenal
On recherche Pancho Villa
S'il vont du côté du calvaire
Ils trouv'ront l'révolutionnaire
Ils lui f'ront entendre raison
Ou bien avaler sa chanson

Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!

Deux fusils, quatre pistolets
Et un couteau à cran d'arrêt
Allaient à Guadalajara
Ce fut un fameux carnaval
Quand on fit sauter l'arsenal
Qui s'appelait Pancho Villa
Il est au pied du calvaire
Il vient de mordre la poussière
Les vautours ne lui laisseront
Que les os et les éperons

Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!
Viva Villa!

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