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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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Cowboy (Scene)

 

Cowboy (Scene)

(album: Wildly Idle (Humble Before The Void) - 2017)


"I'm a young cowboy and know I've done wrong,"
My father sang as I emerged from the river

"She likes wearing men's clothes, let her wear them,"
Said my mother, tying his denim shirt around my neck

Under the surface of the water
Rocks glimmered like small hearts
Here's the mountain where we stood in order of height
Stars flashing across our faces

What my father could not give my mother, she gave herself
I wanted to be like that; like the lawnmower
Commanding respect, a steady echo
Instead I was more like the grass, in love with being severed
And later, with finding those parts of myself that had been buried
Thin blades only the fresh spring rain had the power to recover

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Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?