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 home through a network of car parks

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

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

The and lipstick scene, so look beyond
Big brother, gossip culture, so bored of
The of common sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism, oh

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

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

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

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

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

I want to the whole of the city with you

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

I loved to draw I was a little girl
It helped me see the world as I it to be
Sometimes, I walk home through a network of car

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

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

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

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

Five north is a town 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 wrong way around when things get turned

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

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

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

I want to know the whole of the city you
You see was into deals, Barrett was into moves