Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes
Grandma lays the table
And a photograph of the unknown soldier
In this of Holies the Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother fights the and father, his sense of outrage
And attempts to justify the
To their creed down to another generation
Anything for the life

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

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes

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

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