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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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Corb Lund

A Leader On Losing Control

 

A Leader On Losing Control

(album: Horse Soldier! Horse Soldier! - 2007)


Well, I tried my best to stop them, yes I tried to make them wait
And I appealed to their decency, show mercy on this day
I issued them strong orders, on pain of death and disarray
But in the end they would not listen, raised their lances anyway

Men of no account they were, their breeding crude and low
With not a trace of wisdom, grace or virtue in their souls
Yet train them long and hard I did to bend them to the crown
To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed down

But you see these are not militiamen, a-fighting for their homes
Nor fathers, son nor husbands, sire, but foreigners on loan
Yet mercenary killers, career soldiers to a man
Lashing out with vengeance one cannot accept or understand

Well, I could not instill the discipline 'twas duty to inspire
And they responded in the end to instincts of the basest kind
Now on my knee before you, here I drop my eyes in shame
Albeit little consolation, take my head for one to blame

Ooh, so spoke the leader on losing control

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