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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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Gang Of Four

Guns Before Butter

 

Guns Before Butter

(album: Entertainment! - 1979)


All this talk of blood and iron
Is the 'cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood and iron
Is the 'cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood and iron
Is the 'cause of all my shaking

All this talk about blood and iron
It's the 'cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to die for
It makes me want to run out shaking

I hear some talk of guns and butter
That's something we can do without
If men are only blood and iron
O Doctor Doctor, what's in my shirt?

Just keep quiet, no room for doubt

I'm hearing talk of joy in labour
I'll tell you this, you can leave me out
The motherland's no place to cry for
I want some sand to hide my head in

I'm hearing talk of strength in labour
That's something I can do without
If I'm only blood and iron
O Doctor Doctor, what's in my shirt?

Just keep quiet, no room for doubt

All this talk of blood and iron
It's the 'cause of all my shaking
The fatherland's no place to cry for
It makes me want to run out shouting

I hear some talk of guns and butter
That's something I can do without
If men are only blood and iron
O Doctor Doctor, what's in my shirt?

Just keep quiet, no room for doubt

done

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