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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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Sick Of It All

A Month Of Sundays

 

A Month Of Sundays

(album: Based On A True Story - 2010)


Two o'clock on a Sunday afternoon
Hop on the 7 train, we know just what to do
Switch at Jackson Heights for the F downtown
When we hit the Bowery, we're ready to explode

Time never seemed to cross our minds
Never thought that this would end
Change after all was said and done
We would never be the same

Rain or shine, didn't mean a thing
Came for the friendly faces and to blow off steam
Big Charlie, Tommy Rat, Brendan's on the door
Hanging with Johnny Stiff, watching Murphy's Law

Time like a thief in the night
Blink your eyes and it's gone
Change after all was said and done
We would never change a thing

When life got rough
We couldn't get enough
It's where we grew up
Down at the matinee
We made friends for life
Yeah, there were fights
But we turned out alright
Down at the matinee

Now CB's is closed, the building has been sold
They took away the heart but couldn't kill the soul
NEW YORK HARDCORE lives inside of me
NEW YORK HARDCORE the flag so proudly raised
WORLDWIDE HARDCORE that's our family
I'M SO THANKFUL for those times at the matinee

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