Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

If to you is cheap beer and overtime
Home are easily missed
Something that football fan knows
It only five fingers to form a fist

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

Mother sees but does not read the posters
And can't that there's a world to be won
But in the public schools and in the public
The Battle of goes on

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

Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of
And attempts to 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 in history is as clock watchers
Old timers, shoppers

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

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

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