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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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Roy Orbison

There Won't Be Many Coming Home

 

There Won't Be Many Coming Home

(album: The Fastest Guitar Alive - 1967)


Listen all you people
Try and understand
You may be a soldier
Woman, child or man

But there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many
Maybe ten out of twenty
But there won't be many coming home

Now the old folks will remember
On that dark and dismal day
How their hearts were choked with pride
As their children marched away
Now the glory is all gone
They are left alone

And there won't be many coming home
No, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many
Maybe five out of twenty
But there won't be many coming home

Look real closely at the soldier
Coming at you through the haze
He may be the younger brother who ran away
And before you kill another
Listen to what I say

Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many
There may not be any
But there won't be many coming home

If they all came back but one
He was still some mother's son
And there won't be many coming home

Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home
Oh, there won't be many coming home...

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