Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

The vans they come in now, stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the
There's road on the Meden bridge
There's click, clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our
This ain't some tin-pot arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant in 1984

Her crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war
She frowns at the soup kitchen - she doesn't have a father anymore
It's cold in the early mornings, with your mates
Staring at the thick blue line armed and at the gates
This some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, and pleasant land in 1984

The of our great nation
Have lied in the of us all
While the officers of peace and
Are busy breaking law
hundreds on trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the
The future of our
with bitter seeds
And hatred starts to rumble where was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant in 1984
Nobody to see the blood
As the blue lights through in the night
But all the words on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration
Two nations under one crown divided and more
In our own green and pleasant land in 1984