Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

And when it here, it rains so hard
But hard enough to wash away the sorrow
I'll trade my love for a greater love tomorrow
The lonely child out and dreams of independence
From this life sentence

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

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

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

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

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

And where's that of the unknown soldier
In this Holy of Holies the

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