Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

The vans they in convoys 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, click clicking on the
sealing 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 in 1984

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

The of our great nation
lied in the name of us all
While the officers of peace and
Are busy breaking law
There's hundreds on trumped-up
Hundreds on the
The of our villages
Sown with bitter
And hatred starts to where there was no hate before
In our own sweet and pleasant land in 1984
wanted to see the blood
As the blue flash through in the night
But all the words fell on ears
And now the blind bites
Two under one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet green and pleasant in 1984