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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

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Tor Miller

Crust Punk Queen

 

Crust Punk Queen

(album: American English - 2016)


You are into the wild
Always a wild child
The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild
No structured living
No plans to walk down the aisle
Parents wish for college
Though you'd think they're in denial

They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
Though you didn't really want to be
Organized sports and much counselling
Pushed you over, sent you packing
Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
With all the trust fund drug fiends
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the American dream
Who don't care about the American dream

From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble
My father's footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble
I see who walks upon the cracks of the concrete jungle
I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble

They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
Though you didn't really want to be
Organized sports and much counselling
Pushed you over, sent you packing
Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
With all the trust fund drug fiends
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the American dream
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the American dream
Who don't care about the American dream

Mom and dad this little hell which hangs over my head
And I know it's gonna show up once again
Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by
And I promise that this shit is gonna end
And when the fog clears look in my eyes I'll be
Coming home once again

Crust punk queen
Left mom and dad when you were 17
And tore up those jet black jeans
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
With all the trust fund drug fiends
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the American dream
Who don't care about the
Don't seem to care about the American dream
Who really cares about the American dream

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