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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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Mist

 

Mist

(album: Volition - 2013)


About a gunshot away there's a place that I long to be
tipping bottles with me old cock.
When the shit's all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay
one middle finger to the landlocked.
From the first time boating or there's not too much I can recall.
I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered.
I decided then and there that I'd return, even if I had to crawl.
Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered.

It's a long ride home, but it's always my destination.
It's a long ride home.

If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don't think I will give a damn
as long as I'm surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland.
So here's to Newfoundland.

I breathed a sigh of relief the next time stepping off the plane.
It'd been a long, hard, vapid winter.
Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain,
they weren't there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island.
So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep.
Slept in the back room until the India showed up.
When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet.
We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders.

I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating
I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under.
We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed.
It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist.

You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land.
You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land.
Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y.
Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y. Not by birth, but in my heart. Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B'y.
You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land.
You're as deep as the grave, and you're marching to the heartbeat of the land.

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