Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

I to draw when I was a little girl
It helped me see the 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 find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I 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 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, culture, so bored of stupidity
The of common sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

Five miles north is a of silver birches
Twenty churches, a look of horror if you drop a H
Around here, hoods 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 century never happened
Just a run from Beau Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This believes in skyscrapers

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

to tear it down and start again
Think about the back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and start
about the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it and start again
about the love 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 when I was a little
It helped me see the world as I it to be
Sometimes, I home through a network of car parks

Just because I can, I love the feeling of being 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 out most things
There are too many bands that act lame, sound
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, culture, so bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan over
In over cynicism, oh [unverified]

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

Five miles north is a town of birches
Twenty seven chuches, a of horror 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 19th century never
Just a straight run from Beau to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

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

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

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