Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes
Grandma lays the table
And adjusts a of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies the

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

Mother shakes her and reads aloud from the newspaper
And Father puts another on the door
And reflects the violent times 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 only takes fingers to form a fist

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

Mother but does 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 another war to fill the churches of
Then the world the inherit, what will it be worth

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

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

mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes

And that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this of Holies the Home

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