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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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John Williamson

Skinny Dingoes

 

Skinny Dingoes

(album: Chandelier Of Stars - 2005)


What am I doing here?
On the banks of the Diamantina
Where only skinny dingoes and horny lizards go
The moon is loud and clear
Like the notes on m' concertina
I'll play another droving song the white owl wouldn't know

Forty years been droving, no woman by my side
No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride
But the sun can sure get angry as it burns you from the ground
One day those skinny dingoes can drag my bones around

Channel country, gibber plains, tablelands I know
And then there's gentle sand dunes where little Mallees grow
There's a friendly campfire everywhere I go
I'll play another droving song the white owl wouldn't know

So see you later Birdsville, you're far too flash for me
While the beer was cold and yummy from here it's Billy Tea
The mob is keen on moving and that's sounds good to me
Good feed they reckon southbound, we're heading for Marree

Forty years been droving, no woman by my side
No one gives me orders on this dusty road I ride
But the flies can drive you crazy and the wind can get you down
But you won't find me lingering or hanging round this town

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