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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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The Lone Bellow

Call To War

 

Call To War

(album: Then Came The Morning - 2015)


Tables prepared in streets of gold
You've bared your tears from starry stone
The stage is set so we can fly
But suns will set and hearts are wild

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down
My feet won't rest 'til my love is found

Remember when the mountains fell
Like pennies down a wishing well?
Wish another day would come
When I would watch 'em far from home

'Til the southern wind puts me 6 feet down
My feet will march on holy ground

Our laboring may end in pain
While we walk the fields of the same
When called to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the army's fall
When called to war from trumpets tall
Love will see the army's fall

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