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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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David Keenan

Good Friday

 

Good Friday


The cock cried crow fetch your sleeping bag let's go
We are off to happy valley where the people are all sad
Embrace the cold the angelus will call us home
To the virgin Mary flats, there ain't no virgins around here
Corrupt their game, it is true they call us flakes
We bribed the fabian society with our stone baked cakes
And our hot crossed buns we had laced with oxycontin
George Bernard Shaw lies on his back chewing his jaw, man, he looks rotten

Your voice is like wine won't you speak and let me drink
I'll consume all of your woes and spew them in the Belfast sink
I get withdrawal I cannot sing, somebody else speaks with my tongue
Your ghostly hands that rings adorn are monkey bars from which I swing

The crow cried cock on the boarding house floor
Tell me of homeric epics and the toss pit wars
Ah the flipping of the shilling the switching of the coins
Man was baptised against his will in that river full of secrets
You kicked the can, bring out your myriad-minded man
For the dissipate the crowd with his painter's apron
His jar of sand, butcher's block and shovel like hands
Now let us walk to Tara naked and take back what's rightfully ours

Your voice is like wine won't you speak and let me drink
I'll consume all of your woes and spew them in your Belfast sink
I get withdrawal I cannot sing, somebody else speaks with my tongue
Your ghostly hands that rings adorn are monkey bars from which I swing

Let's skip with a smile into a game of La Marelle
Through a cloud of yellow chalk
We'll leap from heaven straight through hell
And in the morning before you know it you're back at the carnival again
It's Good Friday and some young mother is dressing her favourite child

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