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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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Streetlight Manifesto

Keasbey Nights

 

Keasbey Nights

(album: Keasbey Nights - 2006)


It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruising the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well I won't, well I won't...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY

done

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