Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

The vans they come in convoys now, through the dawn
Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the
road blocks on the Meden bridge
There's click, click 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, and pleasant land in 1984

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

The servants of our great
Have in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and
Are busy every law
There's hundreds on charges
on the streets
The future of our
Sown with bitter
And starts to rumble where there was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant land in
Nobody wanted to see the
As the blue lights flash through in the
But all the words fell on deaf
And now the blind bites
Two nations one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet and pleasant land in 1984