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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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Bobby Goldsboro

Southern Fried Singin' Sunday Mornin'

 

Southern Fried Singin' Sunday Mornin'

(album: California Wine - 1972)


There's a little country church down a little country road
Near a little country town where I was born
In this little country church there's some good old country people
And you can hear them singing every Sunday morn
And a feeling starts to swell when I hear that Sunday bell
'Cause it takes me back to times when things were slow
And a man can't help but pray when that organ starts to play
And it takes me back to days of long ago

To a southern fried singing Sunday morning
When a man would smile and shake his neighbour's hand
On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
How I wish that I could be back home again

People used to gather round for a picnic on the ground
And the Reverend he would preach the Holy Word
And we'd all look to the sky
And we'd lift our voices high
And it seemed that we got closer to the Lord

On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
When a man would smile and shake his neighbour's hand
On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
How I wish that I could be back home again

Every Sunday we would practice golden ruling
And we'd all chip in to lend a helping hand
And children always got their Sunday schooling
And they taught us how to love our fellow man
Now the days go much too fast
And you can't live in the past
And it seems that home's a million miles away
But when things are getting rough
And the going gets too tough
I just drift away to dreams of yesterday

To a southern fried singing Sunday morning
When a man would smile and shake his neighbour's hand
On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
How I wish that I could be back home again

On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
When a man would smile and shake his neighbour's hand
On a southern fried singing Sunday morning
How I wish that I could be back home again

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