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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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(album: English Tapas - 2017)


Do you wanna know where that man is from?
He's on Snapchat, you cunt
And then I saw a big man
I got 4/10 every time I put that in a story
Miss is like "what's that?"
Windowsills, it's finished Mrs. Twat
Rolling hills, black yachts and sexy stills
Blokes can't help me
He's got his tits out, he's doing a selfie
On the med, he's el tel
He's like when smokey sings, abc
Shiny '80s blings, cor blimey!
I can't see it
Bollocks, they have to rely on showbiz nodders
Like fake London genius
Pretty shit, first season was alright but that's about it
You like music that much then start fucking listening to it
Deep down, I bought the sweater
Used it as cocaine pyjamas
What a waste of dough
Pulling it out when I'm on the snow
Fucking waste, didn't feel right as a daytime top
Felt like I was try to be trendy when I'm not
So when I got in and I was off me bollocks, mates are like "Fuck, even his pyjamas are proper."
Yeah, mate
I don't fuck about
I'm making sure I don't get my kids anything to fucking feel embarrassed about

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See me!
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Stinky pinkie
Who, bellend whiffy
Scratching my head as the people burn for what they wanted
You can see it, can't ya?
Car crash into the void of the Magna Carta
But this time it's Superdry and not fucking armour
How dare I slam the uniform of the working class
Condemn me please, you wanker, to life inside a working glass
Like a spider, suffocated to death for a fucking fiver by scared kids
Like scared kids 'cause that's all you are
Rubbing up to the crown and the flag and the notion of who we are
Fuck off
FB posts read like the guest menu at the Berghoff

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