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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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Harley Poe

Terrible

 

Terrible

(album: Wretched. Filthy. Ugly. - 2010)


On Monday murder children, little girls and boys
Wrap my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise
Tuesday torture animals, cut off small birds wings
Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing
Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door
And If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more
And Thursdays I Molatov the local orphanage home
I love those little orphans, char them to the bone

'Cause I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth, to a decent crowd
'Cause I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth, to a decent crowd

On Fridays sodomize tender virgin nuns
Tie them up, leer at them, and then I have my fun
Saturdays I stand and sing my sad, sad, sick, sick songs
To anyone who'll listen, who in the head is wrong
But Sunday, Sunday, the day I love the best
I rape, murder, and pillage while other people rest

'Cause I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
To sing my songs of filth to a decent crowd
'Cause I'm terrible, terrible, shouldn't be allowed
But when I do offend someone it makes me feel so proud

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