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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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Horrorshow

Dire Straits, Pt. 1

 

Dire Straits, Pt. 1

(album: The Grey Space - 2008)


He wraps a smile 'round his tired face
To hide the marks of the walk of life through dire straits
No brothers in arms
The sultan of mood swing
Moving in tune with the melodies that truth sings
He knows the music will stop
And he's okay with that, he can face the facts
He just wants it to mean something to these people when he fades to black
And he's not sure, fighting for a lost cause and effect
He tries to find clarity behind locked doors in his head
And if you saw him, you wouldn't know it
Hell, his friends don't
He's just another lost soul who blocks the world out with his headphones
Words signify nothing, he doesn't feel your complements
Doesn't believe the things you say when you try to build his confidence
There is no success, only an inability to realise a goal
This blackjack of all trades playing with the rest, he might just fold
He can see what his opponents hold, read their tactics, call their bluffs
But he can't play his own hand right, it's not enough
It's the way he plays, convinced he's lost from the first turn
He reads the other players fine from the skirts to the hurt words
The smirks to the T-shirts, the nervous to the certain
Every apple has it's earthworms
Sorry, he gets carried away when he's writing in the third person

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