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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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Death From Above 1979

Glass Homes

 

Glass Homes

(album: Is 4 Lovers - 2021)


We're all born into other people's stuff
Maybe your politics suck
Face it everybody's messed up
We're all sick of the same old trick
But there's some magic in the world
Believe in something or it doesn't turn

Round, round, round

All we're doing is
Throwing stones from glass homes
Throwing stones from glass homes

We're all born just trying to take a breath
Maybe your lungs are still wet
So you cry until you finally get
A small piece of the sky inside
You know that heaven is a leaven
Hell is low and dry and so we get

High, high, high

Watch the ceiling, love
Throwing stones from glass homes
Throwing stones from glass homes
Throwing stones from glass homes
Throwing stones from glass homes

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Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?