Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

The vans they in convoys now, stealing through the dawn
Silent in the countryside in the up to the north
There's blocks 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, and pleasant land in 1984

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

The servants of our nation
Have lied in the of us all
While the of peace and order
Are busy every law
There's on trumped-up charges
on the streets
The of our villages
Sown with bitter
And hatred starts to rumble where was no hate before
In our own green and pleasant land in 1984
wanted to see the blood
As the blue lights flash in the night
But all the fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration
Two nations under one crown divided and more
In our own sweet and pleasant land in 1984