Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels
lays the table alone
And a photograph of the unknown soldier
In this of Holies the Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes

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

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