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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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Fionn Regan

67 Blackout

 

67 Blackout

(album: The Bunkhouse Vol. I: Anchor Black Tattoo - 2012)


Put the knife under the flame
You won't feel any pain
Hold this teacloth in your mouth
67 blackout
Dead donkey in the snow
Down by where the ferns grow
Saw its spirit leaving south
67 blackout

We went out on the tear
And we danced the carpets bare
When I drenched the mid week doubt
67 blackout

My nerves they got shot
I deserved what I got
A left hook in a bout
67 black out
I taped the microphone to the chair
And sang through the speaker
Down the cables I did shout
67 blackout

There's a tape of you talking
Buried in an attic somewhere
I asked down the main street for it
No one knows a thing about it

For a poultice we'll soak some bread
Then we'll carry you to bed
With or without, 67 blackout

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?