Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

I loved to draw I was a little girl
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 the feeling of being slightly lost
To new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the lack of logic
I love the of being slightly lost

I believe that music in the long run can straighten out things
There are too bands 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, gossip culture, so bored of
The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan over
In over cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

I want to know the of the city with you

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

I loved to draw when I was a girl
It me see the world as I wanted 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 love the 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 bands that act lame, sound
I believe in Electrelane, over here it's new, it's now, 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 love over cynicism, oh

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

miles north is a town of silver birches
Twenty seven chuches, a look of if you drop a H
here, it's hoods 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
Just a straight run Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never 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 it down and start again
Think the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and start
Think about the back in Finisterre
Finisterre to it down and start again
about the love back in Finisterre

I to know the whole of the city with you
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