Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

I loved to when 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 lack of
I love the feeling of slightly lost

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

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

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

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

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

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Think about the love back in
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about the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it 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 bank? I'd die

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

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

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

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

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

Five miles is a town of silver birches
Twenty seven chuches, a look of if you drop a H
Around here, it's hoods up and heads
Got it the wrong way around when 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 it down and start again
Think about the back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and again
Think about the love back in

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

I want to the whole of the city with you
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