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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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Lee Kernaghan

Where Country Is

 

Where Country Is

(album: 1959 - 1995)


He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub
His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog
He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat
This old man was country, he left no doubt of that
Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track
And the camels carting wool in the early days outback
He sang of wild eyed scrubbers running flat out in the night
Trying to ring the mob cause lightnin's quick to fright

He sat there hillbilly picking on a cracked and battered Gibson
And the songs that he sang were all his
Every song told a story and the more that I listened
The more I realised this is where the country is

Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame
And I wondered if the battler would ever be again
His pride for his country rang true in every song
And I wondered if the chips were down if I would be as strong

He sat there hillbilly picking on a cracked and battered Gibson
And the songs that he sang were all his
Every song told a story and the more that I listened
The more I realised this is where the country is

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