Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma lays the alone
And adjusts a of the unknown soldier
In Holy of Holies the Home

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

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

If paradise to you is cheap and overtime
Home truths are easily
that every football fan knows
It only takes fingers to form a fist

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

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

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

Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of
And to justify the sacrifice
To their creed down to another generation
Anything for the life

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

mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes

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

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[Incomprehensible]
And that photograph of the unknown soldier
In Holy