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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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Mary Gauthier

Bullet Holes In The Sky

 

Bullet Holes In The Sky

(album: Rifles & Rosary Beads - 2018)


Was the eleventh hour of November
Down in Asheville Tennessee
Free breakfast at the Waffle House
If I show 'em my ID

A parade upon the riverfront
You can hear the trumpets play
Hands on hearts, the color guard
Kicks it all off on Veteran's Day

And they thank me for my service
And waive their little flags
They genuflect on Sundays
And yes, they'd send us back

But I believe in God and country
And in the angels upon high
And in heaven shining down on us
Through bullet holes in the sky

Mmm, mmm, mmm...

Waitress asked me how I'm doing
But I don't know what to say
I was thinking 'bout the battlefield
The night I learned to pray

Marchers make their way down main street
The crowd begins to cheer
I feel my chest explode
As my eyes fill up with tears

They thank me for my service
And waive their little flags
They genuflect on Sundays
And yes, they'd send us back

But I believe in God and country
And in the angels upon high
And in heaven shining down on us
Through bullet holes in the sky

Mmm, mmm, mmm...

Oh, Jesus, said forgive them
They know not what they do
And he's here with me this morning
And his words still ring true

So I hang my head and pray for those
We lost and those who remain
As the clouds burst over Nashville
It begins to rain

And they thank me for my service
And waive their little flags
They genuflect on Sundays
And yes, they'd send us back

But I believe in God and country
And in the angels upon high
And in heaven shining down on us
Through bullet holes in the sky
And in heaven shining down on us
Through bullet holes in the sky

Oh, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...

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