Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother fights the tears and father, his of outrage
And to justify the sacrifice
To pass their creed down to another
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

mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes

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

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