Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels
lays the table alone
And adjusts a photograph of the unknown
In this Holy of the Home

And the TV an unwatched voice
the answer is to plant more trees
The scrawl on the wall what about the workers
And the voice of the says more salt please

shakes her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
And Father puts another on the door
And reflects upon the violent that we are living in
While chatting to the wife next door

If paradise to you is cheap and overtime
Home are easily missed
Something that every football fan
It takes five fingers to form a fist

And when it rains here, it rains so
But never hard enough to wash the sorrow
I'll trade my love for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely child out and dreams of independence
From this family sentence

Mother sees but does not the peeling posters
And can't believe that there's a to be won
But in the schools and in the public houses
The Battle of goes on

The constant promise of jam
Is the New litany and verse
If it takes another war to fill the churches of
Then the world the meek inherit, what will it be

Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of
And attempts to the sacrifice
To pass their creed down to generation
Anything for the quite

In the of a Thousand Doses
Where is the opium of the age
Our place in is as clock watchers
Old timers, shoppers

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

And where's that photograph of the soldier
In Holy of Holies the Home

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes
Grandma
And that photograph of the unknown soldier
In Holy