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 me see the world as I wanted it to be
Sometimes, I home 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 slightly lost

I believe music in the long run can straighten out most things
are too many bands 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 bored of
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 down and again
Finisterre to tear it and start again
Think about the love back in

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

I slow down, dream about the of the perfect city
the 19th century never happened
Just a run from Beau Brummel to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

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

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

I want to know the of the city with you

A Nat West, Barclays, 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 home through a network of car

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 being slightly

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

The beard and lipstick scene, so beyond
Big brother, culture, so bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense, I believe in Donovan over
In love cynicism, oh [(unverified),I miss it truely]

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

Five north is a town of silver birches
Twenty seven chuches, a of horror if you drop a H
here, it's hoods up and heads down
Got it the wrong way around when things get around

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

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

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

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