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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

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History Of Violence

 

History Of Violence

(album: Epitath - 2015)


Now it's not what it seems
I just can't start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear
Something was broke
My skin hard like an oak
My mind hard like an oak

I got a history of violence
It's not written on my face
You wouldn't know it
It's buried in my leather case
I got a history of violence
It's not written on my skin
You couldn't see it
It's a ripple in my grin
Like the people of my kin

And now it's not what it seems
I just can't start to say
It was these evil days
Of pain and fear
Something was broke
My skin hard like an oak
My mind hard like an oak

I got a history of silence
The bruises and the sins
Don't wash away
It's not written in my name
Like a ??? my skin

Somthing that I've never shown
Memories from a broken home
The engine with no train
Shame like a funny game
The witness of the sin
The scratches on my skin
The moment I begin
To runaway James Dean
The shutter on the screen
The curtain on the scene
The arrow in the breast
Weight inside the chest
An erasble race
With no traceable trace
Satchel full of lies
The devil in the eye

It's not written on my grave
It's not written on my grave
It's not written on my grave
You wouldn't know it
I'm buried safe and well behaved

I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil
I got a history of evil
I

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