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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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Ralph McTell

Mrs. Adlam's Angels

 

Mrs. Adlam's Angels

(album: Spiral Staircase - 1969)


Sundays, as a rule
Us kids went to Sunday School
And Mrs. Adlam said
Angels stood round our bed
To keep us safe from dark
Right through till day begun
And we used to lie awake
Just to try to see one
And though we never saw one anywhere
We heard them softly singing in the air

Sundays occasionally
We were invited back for tea
And bread with jam and cream
Made Sundays seem a dream
In the dingy mission hall
Mrs. Adlam praying
And down the street back home
All our mates were playing
With Mrs. Adlam's angels everywhere
And we thought we saw a halo in her hair

Sundays, for sure
Ain't like that anymore
It's getting hard for me
To see her face in front of me
I wonder if her angels
Have their arms around her curled
Keeping her safe from life
And guarding her from the world
On a summer Sunday evening do I dare
To hear Mrs. Adlam's angels in the air

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