Luyện nghe bài hát Finisterre

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

I loved to when I was a little girl
It me see the world as I wanted it to be
Sometimes, I walk home 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 love the lack of
I the feeling of being slightly lost

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

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

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

I slow down, dream the notion of the perfect city
Imagine the 19th century never
Just a straight run from Beau to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house in skyscrapers

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

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

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 I was a little girl
It me see the world as I wanted it to be
Sometimes, I walk through 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 being lost

I believe that in the long run can straighten out most things
There are too many bands act lame, sound tame
I believe in Electrelane, 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 sense, I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love cynicism, oh [(unverified),I miss it truely]

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

Five north is a town of silver birches
seven chuches, a look 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 down, dream about the notion of the perfect city
Imagine the century never happened
Just a straight run from Beau to Bauhaus, dreams never end
This house believes in

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

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