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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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A Man Of Great Promise

 

A Man Of Great Promise

(album: Our Favourite Shop - 1985)


I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain
Well I just couldn't understand it
Oh if I could of changed that, then Lord knows I'd do it now
Oh but there is no going back
And what's done is done forever

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

And I think of what you might have been,
A man of such great promise
Oh but you seem to forget the dream
And the more you saw you hated

Oh but let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame
You had a dangerous passion

But you were always chained and, shackled by the dirt
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt

All the things that you might have been but who am I to say?
Still I wonder
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay
If it's the cold earth you prefer to stay

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