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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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Waylon Jennings

Don't Cuss The Fiddle

 

Don't Cuss The Fiddle

(album: Waylon & Willie - 1978)


I scandalized my brother
While admitting that he sang some pretty songs
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me
And Lord, I knew that that was wrong.

Now I'm looking at it over something cool
And feeling fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on
Now he had every right to call on me.

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there's in trouble boy
Ain't nothing but another side of you.

If we ever get to heaven boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothing wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's song.

I found a wounded brother
Drinking bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned on me
Like he'd done every face in that saloon.

Well, we cussed him to the ground
And said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But soon as it was spoken
We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong.

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there's in trouble boy
Ain't nothing but another side of you.

I know that it sounds silly
But I think that I just stole somebody's song
She's a good timing woman
In love with a good two timing man.
And she loves him inspite of the way
That she don't understand...

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