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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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The Ghosts Of Alexandria

 

The Ghosts Of Alexandria

(album: The General Strike - 2012)


He was the poster child of miserable.

He was in love with colored boy.

No chance for hope in a land of servitude.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria

Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak,
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away
From repeating our mistakes.

No one can see on the inside,

No one can hear on the outside,

No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing: "It's not over."

She was the poster child of ritual.

She was in love with the U.S.A.

She was from some place but she could not tell us where.
And now the ghosts of Alexandria

Labor the field like amber waves of grain,

To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away
A bowl of rice a day

From repeating our mistakes.
It's not over.

No one can see on the inside.

No one can hear on the outside.

No one will speak the name to blame.
The dead sing.
And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory.

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