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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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Zac Brown Band

Junkyard

 

Junkyard

(album: Jekyll + Hyde - 2015)


I have lived in a junkyard,
Where the weeds eat up the rain
If you get anything there, even out of place
You know there's hell to pay

And he said, "You're as sick, as you are lovely,
And in need of a hand"
He tells me, "You are never worthy"
But I was just a child, you see
That's my reality

He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed
With a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in a rusty Buick
And her feet don't reach the pedals

Got a jar of flies, a father's disguise,
Where his heart should be
A mouth is sown together
She screams with those eyes
(She screams with those eyes)
She screams with those eyes

She's as sick, as she is lovely
And in need of my hand
He tells her, "You are never worthy"
She was all alone, you see
That was her reality

Yeaaaah...
Well I've shoulda been sleeping, shoulda been dreaming
But I wake up to broken glass
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife, tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man

And I say, "He's as sick as he is lovely,
And in need of a hand"
He will know he's not worthy
When he dies alone you'll see
That's his reality

I'm not sick, I am lovely
And hatred is the curse of man
And I will not feel unworthy
Cause I've washed my hands, you see
That's my reality, yeah

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