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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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Lemon Demon

Musical Chairs

 

Musical Chairs

(album: Hip To The Javabean - 2004)


You walk around in circles
I walk around in squares
Another round of musical chairs
And maybe no one really cares about the way we walk
The record stores are out of stock
And all we want is bloody rock and roll
And clearly this is not the way to go

I saw it in the mirror
The ghost of Chairman Mao
He had three money symbols on his brow
And he will show the children how
To wear their cowboy boots
Bowler hats and prison suits
And watch while Neil Armstrong shoots the moon
But he's never gonna get there by balloon. (Ooh.)

I thought you weren't allowed here
I thought they crossed your name
And that would be your only claim to fame
Well it's a big fat crying shame
The way you lost your touch
The soapbox weighed a bit too much
And all this talking feels like such a waste
And now you've crossed the boundaries of good taste
Your only option now's to be replaced

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?