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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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Stray From The Path

I Saw The Creed Guy Eating Pigeons Last Night In Central Park

 

I Saw The Creed Guy Eating Pigeons Last Night In Central Park

(album: Audio Prozac - 2003)


I realized today,
The roadside has become an endless string of neon lights.
Flashing and buzzing like an epileptic's bad dream.
We are fire stone tires, collapsing at high speeds..depress the brake.
Strangle the wheel.
Scream as we are dragged for the remainder of this climactic crash and burn.
Heads with rubber necks are glad it wasn't them.
But are we so helpless now?
So willing to kneel before the self-proclaimed kings?
So quick to look away from the slaughter?
When the wolves have gathered please scream.
Scream your fucking lungs out.
I pity the mute...
The silent are murderers too.

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?