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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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Confederate Railroad

Sunday Morning & Saturday Night

 

Sunday Morning & Saturday Night

(album: Keep On Rockin' - 1998)


Born to a family that taught me wrong from right
I learned to fear God at an early age and to say my prayers at night
But as I got a little older I started to stray
Took some turns off of the straight and narrow way

Had to learn about another side of life
I held some women and held that bottle tight
But I've never forgotten the way I was raised
I'm torn between the things I believe and the things I crave

There's a roadside bar room where I love to play
On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray
And it's such a fine line between wrong and right
Sunday morning and Saturday night

I guess, I'll wonder 'til the day I die
If I'm a saint or a sinner down deep inside
When it's over and they lay me down
Will my soul be heaven sent or hell bound?

There's a roadside bar room where I love to play
On my way home there's a little church where I kneel to pray
And it's such a fine line between wrong and right
Sunday morning and Saturday night

It's such a fine line between wrong and right
Sunday morning and Saturday night

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