Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

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

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

The promise 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 will it be

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

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

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

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

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