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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!

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Bruised Orange (Chain Of Sorrow)

 

Bruised Orange (Chain Of Sorrow)


My heart's in the ice house, come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track howling naked, getting neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow

I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"Better look out below!"

It ain't such a long drop, don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises
To remind you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow

You can gaze out the window, get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air, saying "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow

I heard sirens on the train track howling naked, getting neutered
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow

Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow

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