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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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Hilltop Hoods

Chris Farley

 

Chris Farley

(album: State Of The Art - 2009)


[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what

[VERSE 1: PRESSURE]
I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, I'm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, I'll wind up on the idiot box,
At six o' clock with a grand tucked into my socks,
My obituary notice will say that most of my days,
Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised,
Until conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave

[VERSE 2: SUFFA]
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis,
Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish,
Get found by my girl like god you're so selfish,
Well-wishers at my wake saying he'll be well missed,
But wait till they're well pissed, they'll wish me to hell with,
Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway,
Don't care if it's a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade

[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what

[VERSE 3: PRESSURE]
Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop,
Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of,
Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of,
Days should be crazed I'm a live it till I'm passed on,
If any grief is shed, leave it said,
I'd remind them of just how far the dream has led,
So when it's time for me, be finally relieved I'm dead,
I want to exit how I entered between some legs

[VERSE 4: SUFFA]
I wanna bender like Hendrix,
Blend six liquors with ten drinks,
Ten-four buddy, well it's like ten-six, when it's,
Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send,
Sixteen messages to me warning,
We'll be ex's if I don't exit, so exit,
The next shit's getting called a sexist at breakfast so let's get,
Our phones and all set 'em to flight mode,
And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home

[CHORUS]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what,

[SUFFA]
Tell me how does it feel...
To be on your own...
On a bender like a Rolling Stone?

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what

done

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