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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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I Feel A Death Coming On

 

I Feel A Death Coming On

(album: Two Monkeys - 1997)


I see it in the women, the coldness in their eyes
So shallow in their minds, so predictable in desire
I see it in the bosses whose hands hold people's lives
So stupid in promotion of old boys, sycophants and liars

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

The job I do is boring, they all hate me anyway
The days are long, the nights are just an alcoholic haze
The weekends come and go, nothing different, nothing new
I smoke because I need to and I drink because there's nothing else to do

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Somebody always fucks it up
With a knife in the back or a bullet in the guts
One door opens, another one shuts
Somebody always fucks it up

And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Now you think I'm crazy but I'm gonna make 'em pay
Let 'em laugh for now, the tears will soon be here to stay
A chance is all I asked but heads stay buried in the sand
Going out in a blaze of glory, that's the only thing they'll understand

And I feel a death coming on, coming on
And I feel a death coming on, coming on

Coming on
Coming on
Coming on
Coming on

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