Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

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

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

The servants of our nation
lied in the name of us all
While the of peace and order
Are breaking every law
There's on trumped-up charges
on the streets
The of our villages
with bitter seeds
And hatred starts to rumble there was no hate before
In our own sweet green and pleasant in 1984
Nobody to see the blood
As the lights flash through in the night
But all the fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration
Two nations under one crown more and more
In our own green and pleasant land in 1984