Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother the tears and father, his sense of outrage
And attempts to justify the
To pass their creed to another generation
for the quite life

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

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels

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

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes
[Incomprehensible]
And where's that of the unknown soldier
In Holy