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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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The Kingston Trio

I'm Going Home

 

I'm Going Home

(album: Once Upon A Time - 1969)


Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waiting

California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people

California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my rambling
They don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home...

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