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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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Children Of Bodom

Horns

 

Horns

(album: I Worship Chaos - 2015)


Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance
Shit for brains I'm a game of change
One cut, two cut counting scars
Three cut horns up behind the bars

I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down and now horns up
I am your warpaint

You're not my angel dear
You're not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear

It's not the cough that carries me off
It's the motherfucking coffin they carry me off in
It's not the cough that carries you off
oh, it's the coffin they carry you off in

I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down and now horns up
I am your warpaint

You're not my angel dear
You're not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear

One shot, ten shot just in case
what it takes to get you out of my face
If I wake up strapped up in my bed
You can slit my wrists I'd rather be dead

I'm not your patron saint
I'm not your patron saint
Horns up or down and now horns up
I am your warpaint

You're not my angel dear
You're not my angel dear
Lets make this crystal clear
Horns up I am your worst fear

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