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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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Queensberry Rules

 

Queensberry Rules

(album: Grey Britain - 2009)


Scratch one more to the body count
Another dead kid you don't care about
Forget what the paper reads
Safe in your house while another kid bleeds
Every one of us to blame
For each capital teen who died in vain
We are fucking worse if not the same
We read the filth but forget the names

No money for a funeral
Till you sell your story out to the world
Hoods up, knives out, "protect ya neck"
With no remorse and no respect
For every teen who lost their life
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife
We will carve this cross into your chest
To remind you of this fucking mess

Kitchen knives are the silent kill
Gun shots start the rumour mill
Let's take this back to the old school
Live out our lives by the Queensberry rules
Two fists clenched tight
Two fucking wrong-uns who both think they're right
The bigger they are
The harder they fucking fall

No money for a funeral
Till you sell your story out to the world
Hoods up, knives out, "protect ya neck"
No remorse and no respect
For every teen who lost their life
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife
We will carve this cross into your chest
To remind you of this fucking mess

The Union Jack has bled away
It's black and white, and it's fucking grey
The cells are cold, the streets are the same
It's been a dead summer, and we're praying for rain
Your heart of gold is dead and cold
And you wonder when your dreams got old
Walk yourselves down to the Thames
And throw your knives in so that this can end

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