Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

If paradise to you is beer and overtime
Home truths are missed
that every football fan knows
It only five fingers to form a fist

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

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

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

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

In the of a Thousand Doses
Where nostalgia is the of the age
Our place in history is as clock
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

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

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