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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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Seventh Day Slumber

Hunger Strike

 

Hunger Strike

(album: Redline - 2015)


I don't mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadents
I can't feed on the powerless when my cups already overfilled

But it's on the table; the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies; while slaves are all working
Blood is on the table; their mouths are all choking
I'm going hungry

I don't mind stealing bread from the mouth of decadents
I can't feed on the powerless when my cups already overfilled

But it's on the table; the fire's cooking
And they're farming babies; the slaves are all working
Blood is on the table; their mouths are all choking
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...

I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry...
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah

I don't mind stealing bread; oh I don't mind
Oh...I don't mind stealing bread; oh I don't mind
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...
I'm going hungry; I'm going hungry yeah...

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