Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

And from the TV an unwatched
Suggests the is to plant more trees
The on the wall says 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 beater next

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

And it rains here, it rains so hard
But hard enough to wash away the sorrow
I'll trade my love today for a love tomorrow
The lonely child looks out and of independence
From this family sentence

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

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

Mother fights the tears and father, his of outrage
And to justify the sacrifice
To pass their creed down to generation
Anything for the life

In the Land of a Doses
Where nostalgia is the of the age
Our place in history is as watchers
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes

And where's that of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies the

mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma
And where's that photograph of the unknown
In Holy