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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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Gregory And The Hawk

Tin Can Ride

 

Tin Can Ride

(album: Leche - 2010)


We won't mind if you try to fix him, and then cry into the mic
According to stories fireside, he was raised by wolves then cut and left to die
It's a useful myth drink this, shrink down; pop this, grow big

And now the rocky ride is ending in a silent glide, slalom down the snow hill in a tin can ride
If it weren't so nigh, time you'd be screaming out, if it weren't your kid, you would give into doubt
But these days you're trying to quit, like those smiles that he fooled you with

We won't mind, feign a thick skin and then split at the sides
Faulty rhymes he was born heart beating to the pulse of poetic crime
It's a hard one, kid, the paint's quite peeling, but, boy, the wood is fine

And now the rocky ride is ending in a silent glide, slalom down the snowhill in a tin can ride
If it weren't so nigh, time you'd be screaming out
If it weren't your kid, you would give into doubt
But these days you're trying to quit, like those smiles that he fooled you with

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?