Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels
Grandma lays the table
And adjusts a of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of the Home

And from the TV an unwatched
the answer is to plant more trees
The on the wall says what about the workers
And the voice of the people says more please

Mother shakes her and reads aloud from the newspaper
And Father puts lock on the door
And upon the violent times that we are living in
While chatting to the wife next door

If to you is cheap beer and overtime
Home are easily missed
Something that every fan knows
It only takes five fingers to form a

And when it rains here, it rains so
But never hard enough to wash away the
I'll trade my today for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely child looks out and dreams of
From family life sentence

Mother sees but does not read the posters
And believe that there's a world to be won
But in the public schools and in the public
The Battle of Britian on

The promise of jam tomorrow
Is the New Breeds litany and
If it another war to fill the churches of England
Then the world the meek inherit, what it be worth

Mother fights the tears and father, his of outrage
And attempts to the sacrifice
To pass their creed down to generation
Anything for the quite

In the Land of a Thousand
Where nostalgia is the of the age
Our in history is as clock watchers
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

And where's that of the unknown soldier
In this of Holies the Home

Father mows the and Mother peels potatoes
[Incomprehensible]
And where's photograph of the unknown soldier
In Holy