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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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Poor Ned

 

Poor Ned


Eighteen-hundred and 78 was the year I remember so well
They put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
Now I don't know what's right or wrong
But they hung Christ on nails
6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast
They wouldn't even give us bail

And we sing

Poor Ned, you're better off dead
At least you'll get some peace of mind
You're out on the track
They're right on your back
Boy they're gonna hang you high

You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek
So they would understand
That I might be a bushranger
But I'm not a murdering man

I didn't want to shoot Kennedy
Or that copper Lonnigan
He alone could have saved his life
By throwing down his gun

And we sing

Poor Ned, you're better off dead
At least you'll get some peace of mind
You're out on the track
They're right on your back
Boy they're gonna hang you high

You know they took Ned Kelly
And they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
He fought so very bravely
Dressed in iron mail
And no man single handed
Can hope to break the bars
There's a thousand like Ned Kelly
Who'll hoist the flag of stars

We sing
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
At least you'll get some peace of mind
You're out on the track
They're right on your back
Boy they're gonna hang you high

done

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