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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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The Academy Is...

Black Mamba

 

Black Mamba

(album: Almost Here - 2005)


we've got one chance to break out
and we need it now
cause i'm sick and tired of waiting
sick of this fucking apartment

love me or leave me or rip me apart
this is the voice that i was given and
if you don't like it take a long walk
off of the shortest pier you can find

and i'll be singing it out i'll be singing...
oh, Mr. Magazine i never wrote one single thing for you
or your so-called music scene
you don't mean a thing to me

pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up, and you need it too.
pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up.

when they review the debut
what if the critics hate you
don't worry cause they
might just catch somebody off their feet
well they can love it or leave it or rip it apart
we're living while we're singing
so i guess that's a step in the right direction
clever composition in the honesty, honesty

oh, Mr. Magazine
i never wrote one single thing for you
or your so-called music scene
you both mean shit to me

pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up, and you need it too.
pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up.

so save your breath and the money you spent
go work in retail and spare the suspense
just don't take chances on anything at all
anything at all

so afraid of anything that may not come that easy
too afraid of anything that you may not have seen before
so afraid of anything that may not come that easy
too afraid of anything that may not...

pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up, and you need it too.
pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted.
pick it up, pick it up.

so save your breath and the money you spent
go work in retail and spare the suspense
just don't take chances on anything at all
anything at all

done

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