Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

Nat West, Barclay's, Midlands,
Use a I'd rather die

I loved to draw when I was a girl
It helped me see the as I wanted it to be
Sometimes, I walk through a network of car parks

Just because I can, I love the of being slightly lost
To find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the of logic
I love the of being slightly lost

I that music in the long run can straighten out most things
There are too many that act lame, sound tame
I believe in Electrelane, over here new, it's now, it's you, it's clean

The beard and scene, so look beyond
Big brother, culture, so bored of stupidity
The of common sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In over cynicism, oh [unverified]

Finisterre to tear it down and again
Finisterre to tear it down and start
Finisterre to it down and start again
Think about the back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a of silver birches
Twenty seven churches, a look of if you drop a H
Around here, hoods up and heads down
Got it the wrong way around when get turned around

I slow down, dream about the notion of the city
Imagine the 19th century happened
Just a straight run from Beau to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

Finisterre to it down and start again
Think about the love in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and again
Think about the back in Finisterre

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Think about the love in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and again
Think about the love in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and start
Think about the love in Finisterre

I want to know the of the city with you

A Nat West, Barclays, Midlands,
Use a I'd rather die

I loved to when I was a little girl
It me see the world as I wanted it to be
Sometimes, I walk home through a of car parks

Just because I can, I love the feeling of being lost
To find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the of logic
I love the feeling of being lost

I believe that music in the long run can out most things
There are too many that act lame, sound tame
I believe in Electrelane, here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean

The beard and lipstick scene, so look
Big brother, gossip culture, so of stupidity
The myth of sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism, oh

Finisterre to tear it and start again
Finisterre, to tear it down and again
Finisterre, to tear it down and start
about the love back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a of silver birches
Twenty chuches, a look of horror if you drop a H
Around here, it's up and heads down
Got it the way around when things get turned around

I slow down, dream about the of the perfect city
Imagine the 19th century never
a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

Finisterre to tear it and start again
Think the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to it down and start again
Think about the love back in

Finisterre to tear it down and start
Think the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and again
about the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and start
Think about the love in Finisterre

I to know the whole of the city with you
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