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
click, click clicking on the phone
They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant in 1984

Her father crossed the battle 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 mornings, standing with your mates
Staring at the thick blue armed and ready at the gates
This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant land in

The servants of our nation
Have in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and
Are busy every law
There's on trumped-up charges
Hundreds on the
The future of our
with bitter seeds
And hatred starts to where there was no hate before
In our own green and pleasant land in 1984
Nobody to see the blood
As the blue lights flash in the night
But all the words fell on deaf
And now the blind bites
Two nations under one divided more and more
In our own green and pleasant land in 1984