Luyện nghe bài hát 1984

The vans come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn
Silent in the in the hills up to the north
road 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 story arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, and pleasant land 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 early mornings, standing with mates
at the thick blue line armed and ready at the gates
This ain't some tin-pot arriving from a distant shore
But our own sweet, green and pleasant in 1984

The servants of our great
lied in the name of us all
While the of peace and order
Are busy breaking law
There's hundreds on charges
on the streets
The future of our
Sown with seeds
And hatred to rumble where there was no hate before
In our own sweet and pleasant land in 1984
wanted to see the blood
As the blue lights through in the night
But all the fell on deaf ears
And now the blind frustration
Two nations one crown divided more and more
In our own sweet green and pleasant in 1984