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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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Potemkin City Limits

 

Potemkin City Limits

(album: Supporting Caste - 2009)


Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks.
Overproduction, reduced demand.
Never gave much thought to disputed contracts.
In his short life, he'd only ever known...
Panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium,
In this hell that was his home and...

Fourth-quarter earning expectations,
Expedited their demise.
The panic grew as the humans stalked among them.
When the screaming began,
Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand
Of inhumanity brush over him, but...

His would-be killer's back turned for a moment.
A blinding ray of light spread across the floor.
In a crimson pool, he saw his own reflection,
As he bolted for the door.

Not just some fractured fairy-tale
Although I wish that that were true.
This is a fable far too real.
We somehow still cling to

The story lines that bridge the chasms
Between cognition and belief.
Any old implausible denial
That might offer some relief...

From the dissonance that Francis
Left screaming in his wake.
Deep into the heart of the city's park lands,
He made good his escape.

And where, for five months, he ran free
And replayed his only fond memory.
Just a warm and distant dream of...

His mother's loving eyes upon him.
Francis made it farther than she did.
A quarter mile just short of the city limits,
They finally captured him.

And there's a statue that the abattoir erected
To remind us all of their contributions.
To me it marks Potemkin City Limits,
This Francis cast in bronze.

Turn around, I'm gone.

Not just some fractured fairy-tale,
Although I wish that that were true.
A fable far too real,
We somehow still cling to...

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