Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

If paradise to you is cheap and overtime
Home are easily missed
Something that football fan knows
It only five 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 greater love
The child looks out and dreams of independence
From this family life

Mother sees but does not read the posters
And can't that there's a world to be won
But in the public and in the public houses
The of Britian 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 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 Doses
Where nostalgia is the of the age
Our place in is as clock watchers
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and Mother peels

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

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