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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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Get you into the fucking ground, I'm not moaning man
I like the smell of mist on curbs near the beer garden at night
I like the taxis, cars, motorbikes, pedestrian walkways
Well if the council want a no traffic zone that's sound mate, good with me
I got a latte, on I'm easy, undercover of the night
Telecaster, pirate wanker, high seas, arthritis? Yes please!
I look like The Michelin man yammed up on antibiotics, nanny
Is that your auntie? What d'yer bring ya fucking auntie for?
What's he gunna do? You ain't got permission to
Unless I give it to you, to open ya mouth
I want you to unplug the till from the canteen upstairs bring it down 'ere
Plug it in and start dishing fucking refunds out!

Live tonight
Live tonight
Live tonight (every night)
Live tonight

Darcy de farcy back on the phones in two years
Real music, real chorus, no tears, no fears
I'll end mumbling away in a waiting room about the SAS, mate
Dirty neck barred from The Last Post, the pub next to the church
It's alright, blokes 'n' smokes, it's all God and an eye for an eye
Still some out there who believe in the lie of work til you die, of Sundays, apple pie
Death waits for every man!
It ain't like cakes from Birds, you don't get anything for your money back
Pound back on the bottle of pop, I tango and cashed it, yam
Cake tin, your job, my job, laughing
Mate, where we been? Upstairs in the back kid on slop mod
Daft crop, I don't wear crap like that throwbacks alright
If ya doing something decent but I put ya CD on
It's fucking Shaking Stevens

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Live tonight
Live tonight (every night)
Live tonight

You know where the fucking shop is, don't ya?
Do you want one? Fine!
You know where the fucking shop is, don't ya?
Do you want one? Fine!
You know where the fucking shop is, don't ya?
Do you want one? Fine!
You know where the fucking shop is, don't ya?
Do you want one? Fine!
You know where the fucking shop is, don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?
Don't ya?

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