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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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Massive Attack

Rush Minute

 

Rush Minute

(album: Heligoland - 2010)


[3D:]
I wanna be clean but I gotta get high
It's good to be here, so hard to come by
You bring pain 'cause you got game
And needles and pins a man can't take

Peaches living in niches
Digging the scene like beautiful clichés
Throwing shapes in a gangster lean
Ignoring wars on gasoline
I got some yearning, God I'm made to get high
God's left hand wasn't made to get by
Got more highs left in me
And there's more room in recovery

From evil states that strip all chrome
From Marshall Amps into broken homes
And borstal blues to countless cliques
That rhythm sticks to those classic chicks
Still your tears and drown your fears
All is clear in a glass of beer

Peaches living in niches
Digging the scene like beautiful clichés
You fill me with endorphins
And you star in magazines
We draw liquor from the mattress springs
It ain't over 'til the last bell rings
Got more highs, you and me
And deluxe rooms in recovery

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?