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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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Mother Mother

Empty Hands

 

Empty Hands

(album: No Culture - 2017)


I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them
But can't understand how to get a grip with all these
People around; nothing seems to stick with them
They're getting me down and I pin them insensitive
And they ask me to lend them a hand
I put it out but then they turn my hand down

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty, empty hands, hands

I was given this heart, I help with it stopping
But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the
People at large, how they're so unappealing, oh
They're just not that smart, and sometimes it's endearing
But now when I ask them to lend me a hand
And they just look at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty, empty hands, hands

I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth
But I can feel all the lies, falling through the roof
They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce
I'd say that lies are in
Style, so it's safe to assume
That if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand
You might just say that you do but really not give a damn, damn, damn

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty
Why do I take these things around my little empty
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty empty hands, hands
Yeah
Yeah

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