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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.

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Bostons

 

Bostons

(album: Songs To Scream At The Sun - 2008)


Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be
No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey
Too afraid to stay, too smart to not leave
Too young to be a bird who forgot to sing
And a ground that never knew the knees
Of a boy and his own tale of two cities

"Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend
When his youth is a wound time won't mend
(Never the best of times)
Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend
At the thought of peace as something only lent
(Only the worst of mine)
Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend
When his son is another one who won't understand"

The Irish temper, it's history's chains
And the bottle's stain that just won't wash away
But a seed was planted in the sod of nothingness from which you came
And flowers grew and roses bloomed
To form this garden of a life you've made

And in this city you once knew as hell
Is a garden where I enjoy myself
And in this father I hardly know
Was a son who took back what the bottle stole

So I could be the boy you couldn't be
Have the father you didn't get to see
Have the youth you did not get to live
Or feel the love this world forgot to give

And for this gift I don't deserve to get
I'll make damn sure I earn this

"O' your friends say Boston's beautiful
But they didn't live here, they didn't die here
In the Hyde Park years
O' your friends say Boston's beautiful
But they didn't live hard, they didn't die hard
When sons dragged out their fathers from bars
O' your friends say Boston's beautiful
But they didn't dream here, they didn't scream here
When no one hears
O' your friends say Boston's beautiful
But they didn't hide here, they didn't cry here
When little boys weren't allowed to shed their tears"

There just aren't enough men like you

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