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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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Steve Forbert

30,000 Men (Bonus Track)

 

30,000 Men (Bonus Track)

(album: Steve Forbert - 1982)


Thirty thousand men on the Bowery
Thirty thousand men on the street
Can't help but roam when you ain't got no home
Begging handouts for something to eat
Begging handouts for something to eat

Thirty thousand men on the sidewalk
Thirty thousand men in the town
Nowhere to go when the wind starts to blow
Looking 'round for some place to lay down
Looking 'round for some place to lay down

Thirty thousand men tired and dirty
Thirty thousand men to be fed
Bussed out to Queens for a chance to get clean
And a shot at some sleep in a bed
And a shot at some sleep in a bed

Thirty thousand men in the arm'ries
Thirty thousand men down the block
Neighbors all shout "we don't want 'em about"
"Bus 'em back in the morning and stop"
"Bus 'em back in the morning and stop"

Thirty thousand men of depression
Thirty thousand men 'neath a cloud
Jobs getting scarce and they're cutting welfares
And we might find ourselves in the crowd
And we might find ourselves in the crowd

Thirty thousand men in the city
Thirty thousand men killing time
Helpless and cold, some are young, some are old
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine
Shabby clothes and some bottles of wine

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