Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

Father mows the lawn and peels potatoes
Grandma the table alone
And adjusts a photograph of the unknown
In Holy of Holies the Home

And from the TV an unwatched
Suggests the answer is to plant more
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 Father puts another on the door
And reflects upon the times that we are living in
While chatting to the wife next door

If to you is cheap beer and overtime
Home are easily missed
Something that every football fan
It only takes five fingers to a fist

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

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

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

Mother fights the tears and father, his sense of
And attempts to the sacrifice
To pass creed down to another generation
for the quite life

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

Father mows the and Mother peels potatoes

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

Father the lawn and Mother peels potatoes
Grandma
And that photograph of the unknown soldier
In this