Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma the table alone
And adjusts a of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of the Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

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

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
[Incomprehensible]
And that photograph of the unknown soldier
In Holy