Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes
Grandma lays the alone
And a photograph of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of the Home

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

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

If paradise to you is cheap beer and
Home truths are missed
Something that every football fan
It takes five fingers to form a fist

And when it here, it rains so hard
But never hard to wash away the sorrow
I'll 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 the peeling posters
And can't believe that a world to be won
But in the public schools and in the houses
The of Britian goes on

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

fights the tears and father, his sense of outrage
And to justify the sacrifice
To pass their down to another generation
for the quite life

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

mows the lawn and Mother peels potatoes

And where's that photograph of the unknown
In this of Holies the Home

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