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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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Destruction

Mad Butcher

 

Mad Butcher

(album: Sentence Of Death - 1984)


Mad Butcher!

A fire is burning in his eyes
His brain is in war and the evil will rise
His blood is black, it's scalding hot
Now he's got to ramble
He knows that's his lot

Through the black streets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he's wanton, oh he's panting
In his hand a blade of solid steel
Now it's the time you got to feel

Mad Butcher!

He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs
He's watching your pussy, he will his food
And when he arose you think it's a lover
But he likes strange practices, you'll discover

You lie on your bed
You view real seems great
But instead of his prick
He's drawing his blade
Oh, he's so tender
When he made love to you
That you couldn't stand it
It's apathy for you

Through the black streets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he's wanton, oh he's panting
In his hand a blade of solid steel
Now it's the time you got to feel

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?