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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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Shoot The Singer

 

Shoot The Singer

(album: Watery, Domestic - 1992)


Someone took in these pants
Somebody painted over paint
Painted wood
And where he stood
No one stands
It's been said he's sitting now
In the charming land
I've seen saints
But remember
I forgot to flag them down
When they pass
And in the morning light
You hold that ashtray tight
You can put it out
But I can't put it out
My hand shook
Down and out
I've got the blisters of the world

World knew
I named a book after you
So look up
And watch the camera lens
When the risers fade
Slow it down
Song is sacred
And brother
Your honor
Hang a right at home
And in the morning light
I'll hold my ashtray tight
I can take it down
And you can't take it down
Tadadara, tadada...
Don't expect
Don't expect

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