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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.

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John Hiatt

Haulin'

 

Haulin'

(album: The Open Road - 2010)


Hauling, I'm hauling
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

Well, I'm flying, flying
No one on the road tonight
My radar detector's not buzzing
No eighteen wheeler, not a cop in sight

Got a little gig in Nashville
Beat it back to Arkansas
Followed me all the way to Little Rock
Saying something I done was against the law

So I'm hauling, hauling
Fort Smith to Louisville
Gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

So I'm hauling, hauling
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the bluegrass of Kentucky
I'm gonna get there

V-8 slappin out real time
Deeper than a 808
Leakin'red eye gravy from my manifold
Spouting hot coffee from the boiler plate

I'm chewing up the road like biscuits
Making all the time in the world
Sun comes up and I'm crossing
Kentucky state line gonna see my girl

She likes it early in the morning
Like it in the evening too
In between she don't mind it
Just about any old time will do

So I'm hauling, hauling
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill

And I'm hauling, hauling
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Yeah I'm gonna get there

I tell her not to worry
They couldn't pin nothing on me
Club owner short a hundred dollars
I do it for fun, but I still gotta eat

I cut him and I coasted through Conway
Put him by the side of the road
Made Fort Smith that evening
Packed me a bag now I'm ready to go

And I'm hauling, hauling
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
Gonna see my baby with time to kill

Flying, flying
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm gonna get there

Flying, flying
I'm gonna get there
Rolling in the green grass of Kentucky
Oh, I'm gonna get there

Yeah

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