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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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Bones

Graveyard Music

 

Graveyard Music

(album: Stifler - 2011)


Bitch got a black eye and Stifler got six stitches
('Cause you fucking beat me!)
Touch me I fight

Look, its time move something I onto my next victim
When I see her symptoms, cannibalism in form of some rat music
Take away your track then abuse it, amusement
Hits my face then down to my palms
I picked up the pen then I started a war
I wrote out a couple letters to throw out to fellas
Tell 'em if they ain't thinking 'bout running, they better
I sank my teeth in the neck of the game
Assassinating any prey that thinking they big game
I Son of Sam things when I stow them in the attic
Ain't nobody else can have it

Simplistically gifted, they was close but they missed it
I change a four to a dollar sign, no shifting
Oven on my spitter turn dough into a biscuit
Now I'm here to fuck up beats that rewind and skip the dipshit
(I'm here about the boxes, is Charles here?)
We're recording
Fucking right I'm a misfit
Times in the hoodie you can stay on your rich shit
I never wished it, I just get lifted and listen

Aww, yeah, no

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?