Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

Nat West, Barclay's, 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 slightly lost

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

The and lipstick scene, so look beyond
Big brother, culture, so bored 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 tear it down and start
Finisterre to tear it and start again
Think about the love back in

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

I slow down, dream about the notion of the city
Imagine the 19th century happened
Just a straight run from Beau Brummel to Bauhaus, never end
This believes in skyscrapers

Finisterre to tear it and start again
about the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and again
Think 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
about the love back in Finisterre
Finisterre to tear it down and start
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 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 find new spaces, new routes, new areas, I love the lack of
I love the of being slightly lost

I believe that music in the 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 of stupidity
The myth of common sense, I in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism, oh [(unverified),I it truely]

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

Five miles north is a of silver birches
Twenty chuches, a look 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 down, dream about the notion of the perfect city
Imagine the 19th century never
Just a straight run Beau Brummell to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

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

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

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