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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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Portugal. The Man

Gold Fronts

 

Gold Fronts

(album: Waiter: "You Vultures!" - 2006)


The sun bent down and spoke with the last lips,
They spoke of hell and things they knew they'd never miss.

Bridge shelter and the cold creek bed
That breaks backs and leads eyes down,
Until faces drag against the dirt
And ears living in this muddy sound.
Where the white whales roll just once a year,
And the arm feeds the hatchet with an African appetite.
Matched machetes sparkle shine
And shape that small-scale guillotine.

I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes,
With those blackened mule faces outside my door,
Shouting, shouting. Shouting, shouting.

The club met the seal and the seal met the dog
That carried the man to the end of the trail,
Where they walked down the streets,
Pavement was black beneath their feet.
I have been having a little trouble with these black glass lungs
And dealing in the man with the gold tooth grin.

I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes,
With those blackened mule faces outside my door,
Shouting, shouting. Shouting, shouting.

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