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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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Time Is Money

 

Time Is Money

(album: B3 - 2012)


Time
Time is money, bastard
And hope
Is all that you can steal
And time
Is happy ever after
With Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus at the wheel

And you are so beautiful
That I would drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill

War
War is money, bastard
Cos fear
Keeps knocking at your door
But war
Is spreading like a cancer
With Jesus, Jesus
Jesus marching on before

And you are so beautiful
That I will drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill

Love
Claims to have the answer
To all
Your troubles every day
Love
Love is money, bastard
So like Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus, give it all away

And you are so beautiful
That I will drink my fill
More pure and more suitable
Than any pint of poison
I could guzzle or spill

I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill
I could guzzle or spill

done

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