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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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The Low Anthem

Boeing 737

 

Boeing 737

(album: Smart Flesh - 2011)


I was in the air when the towers came down
In a bar on the 84th floor
I bought Philippe Petit a round
And asked what his high wire was for

He said, I put one foot on the wire,
One foot straight into heaven
As the prophets entered boldly into the bar
On the Boeing 737,
Lord, on the Boeing 737

Hey little bird,
Would you be the one
To nest beneath my Gatling gun
There's nothing left I call my own
Come down and build me a home

I was in a bar when they rigged the tower
Trying to leave all my sins
The barmaid asked my order
And where my mind had been

I tried to recall the high wire
Philippe and his foot there in heaven
As the prophets entered boldly into the bar
On the Boeing 737,
Lord, on the Boeing 737

Hey little bird,
Would you be the one
To nest beneath my Gatling gun
There's nothing left I call my own
So come down and build me a home

Hey little bird,
Would you be the one
To nest beneath my Gatling gun
There's nothing left I call my own
So come down and build me a home

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?