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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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Scott Walker

Dealer

 

Dealer

(album: Climate Of Hunter - 1984)


The windows are ringing
shaking Night-nites for angels
rattling throats up and down on a beam.

Cooling the hearts
cooling the plasma
keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam

The other side of a prowler
the dead still search the living.

At least there we did not not fail.

Coming to in the overcast
tracks are still flowing.

At least there he does not wail.

Psalms of your hands
sung into the lateness
move a circuit on the white
and he can't feel a thing.

Gone always alone to all you are never
he climbs into your mouth
when the windows ring.

The windows are ringing
shaking dead men for angels
Hissing brains boiling up
press't to the bone

uncoils the wire whole night long
bumping out thru the eye in knots.

Sweet hot numbers
sweet hots
bumping out thru the eye
on a wire of knots.

Sweet hot numbers
sweet hots
bumping out thru the eye
on a wire of knots.

Psalms of your hands
sung into the lateness
move a circuit on the white
and he can't feel a thing.

Gone always alone to all you are never
he climbs into your mouth
when the windows ring.

done

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