Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

Mother her head and reads aloud from the newspaper
And puts another 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 truths are missed
Something that every football fan
It takes five fingers to form a fist

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

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

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

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

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

Father mows the and Mother peels potatoes

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

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels
[Incomprehensible]
And where's that photograph of the soldier
In Holy