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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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Robert Glasper

Memories With Mama

 

Memories With Mama

(album: In December - 2023)


You know what I used to love? Hmm
I used to love how mama would leave the presents under the tree
With a note that said, "Thank you for the milk and cookies"
But I always knew it was her because of the handwriting
I knew it was her because of the wrapping or tapping into that
Soft spot, that place where black mothers live
In between smacking you upside your head and working extra hours for Christmas gifts
But I guess that's what Christmas is for
Maxing out credit cards and gifts galore
Clearance sales and clearing out stores
Just for smiles from pretty black girls and the joy of beautiful black boys
So much joy, joy
My, what a time to be alive

But I'd love to take it back to when love was on the table
Fake notes and homemade cards, extra chores to guarantee your favorite toy
'Cause we don't get together like we used to
Something in the gumbo is different
Everybody so distant, family don't visit
Bikes being replaced with the latest gadgets
Affection and gratefulness are like transactions

Christmas used to feel like magic
Bring back the big house
The swollen gumbo pots
Big arms from Maw Maw and pipes hanging from Paw Paw's mouth
Bring me home to New Orleans before the storm
To the very first day the South had snow
And we played, sort of like this song
Something like this song
Something like this song

Play me something like this song

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?