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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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Christy Moore

Home By Bearna

 

Home By Bearna

(album: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy - 1975)


In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Bearna
We won't go home along the road
For fear that you might act the rogue
Won't go home along the road
We'll go home by Bearna

We won't go home across the fields
The big thornins could stick in your heels
We won't go home across the fields
We'll go home by Bearna
We won't go home around the glen
For fear your blood might rise again
We won't go home around the glen
But we'll go home by Bearna

In Scartaglen there lived a lass
And every Sunday after mass
She would go and take a glass
Before going home by Bearna
We won't go down the milk boreen
The night is bright we might be seen
Won't go down the milk boreen
But we'll go home by Bearna

done

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