Luyện nghe bài hát The Home Front

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

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

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

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

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

sees but does not read the peeling posters
And believe that there's a world 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 another war to fill the churches of England
Then the the meek inherit, what will it be worth

Mother the tears and father, his sense of outrage
And to justify the sacrifice
To pass their down to another generation
Anything for the quite

In the Land of a Thousand
Where is the opium of the age
Our in history is as clock watchers
Old timers, window

Father mows the lawn and Mother potatoes

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

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