Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

Mother shakes her and reads aloud from the newspaper
And puts another lock on the door
And reflects upon the times that we are living in
While chatting to the wife beater door

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

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

Mother sees but does not read the posters
And can't believe that a world 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 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 of outrage
And attempts to the sacrifice
To pass their creed down to generation
Anything for the quite

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

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes

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

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