Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

And when it here, it rains so hard
But never hard enough to wash the sorrow
trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely looks 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 Britian on

The constant promise of jam
Is the New Breeds and verse
If it takes another war to fill the of England
Then the 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 nostalgia is the of the age
Our in history is as clock watchers
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels

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

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