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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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Jim Sullivan

Lonesome Picker

 

Lonesome Picker

(album: Jim Sullivan - 1972)


I often get the feeling that I'm talking to the wind and no one hears
No one listens in
Then I start singing songs and music makes the whole world feel like home
Sing a song and you're not alone

Lilly McLean, you are standing in the rain and you are cold
Hungry and afraid
And you're waiting for the sunrise, the sunrise makes you feel very small
Darling Lilly, aren't we all?

Oh I'm believing, believing
Believing that when I'm dead and gone
Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song

Yeah Julie get the gun, and throw it in the river, let it roll
Far on out to sea
Let it carry the confusion, all the worry and the hatred here in me
A river rolling out to sea

Oh I'm believing, believing
Believing that when I'm dead and gone
Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song
Yeah maybe some lonesome picker gonna find some healing in this song
Baby, some lonesome picker just like me

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