Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

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

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

I believe that music in the run can straighten out most things
There are too many bands act lame, sound tame
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 of stupidity
The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan Dylan
In over cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

I to know the whole of the city with you

A Nat West, Barclays, Midlands,
Use a bank? I'd 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 a network of car parks

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

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

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

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

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

I slow down, dream about the of the perfect city
Imagine the century never happened
Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, never end
house believes in skyscrapers

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

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