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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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Maestro

 

Maestro

(album: Caught Up - 2017)


He's a hollow man, in a dead land
He's a fool with men for change
He's a hot shot, in his high rise
A glass of wine and a lady by his side

The city is drunk on the money he's burnt
Yet he still prays these whispered words
Of 'Things are good cause I'm not dead yet'

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

He's a warrior, and a fighter
He's a fool with a twisted smile
In his blood stream, runs the story
Of a maestro cut loose in the hands of misuse

The city is drunk on the money he's burnt
Yet he still prays these whispered words
Of 'Things are good cause I'm not dead yet'

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Look at you Maestro
All alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul
All alone in your city of gold

All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see he waved away my words
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, what a sight to see
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see he waved away my words
In search of something more
What a sight to see
He waved away my words
In search of something more

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Look at you Maestro
All alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul
All alone in your city of gold
Look at you Maestro
Look at your poor soul

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