Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

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

Just because I can, I love the feeling of 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 long run can straighten out things
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 beard and lipstick scene, so look
Big brother, gossip culture, so of stupidity
The of common 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 and start again
about the love back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a town of silver
Twenty seven churches, a look of horror if you a H
Around here, it's 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 never
Just a straight run from Beau Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams end
house believes in skyscrapers

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

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

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 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 run can straighten out most things
There are too many bands 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 look
Big brother, gossip culture, so bored of
The myth of common sense, I in Donovan over Dylan
In over cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

Five miles north is a of silver birches
Twenty seven chuches, a look of 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 notion of the city
Imagine the century never happened
a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This believes in skyscrapers

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

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

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