Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

I loved to draw I was a little 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 slightly lost

I believe that music in the long run can straighten out things
are too many bands that act lame, sound tame
I in Electrelane, over 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 common sense, I believe in over Dylan
In love cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

miles north is a town of silver birches
Twenty seven churches, a look of horror if you 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
the 19th century never happened
Just a straight run from Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams never end
house believes in skyscrapers

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

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

I want to know the whole of the city you

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

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

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

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

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

Finisterre to tear it 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 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, dream about the of the perfect city
Imagine the 19th century happened
Just a straight run from Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never end
house believes in skyscrapers

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

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