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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

Littlefield

 

Littlefield

(album: A Man Called Hoss - 1988)


I was born in '37, a sharecropper's son
Out on the great south plains
There in the suburbs of a dryland cotton patch
In the middle of a west Texas rain

And for all of you folks out there in radioland
who don't know what a West Texas rain is,
Well that's what's commonly known as a sandstorm
Remember that, you'll need it later

I guess times were hard but living was easy
We always found a way to survive
Fried chicken and gravy and an old tune off the guitar
Was enough to keep a country boy alive

And on Saturday afternoons it was Lester Pruitt's "The Picture Show"
On Saturday's nights is the Grand Ol' Uproar from Nashville Tennessee, take it away boys

Looking back now and thinking it over
Life was like an old country song
My mama taught me the melody and daddy taught me the chords
I made the words up on my own

And sometimes it didn't rhyme, but they always had a reason,
Even if it was unbeknownst to no one but myself
I guess all that west Texas sand in my crawl, that's what make me so mean
I'd bet I was the only boy ever expelled from Sunday school
Lover, fighter, wild-horse rider, and purty dern good windmill maker
Look out world, here I come

done

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