Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country place that no one knows
He it used to be a farm before the Motor Law
And on Sundays, I elude the eyes, hop the freight
Too far outside the wire, my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to the borderline
Then run like the wind as shivers up and down my spine
But in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest

I away the old debris that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished
Ooh, fired up the engine, responding with a roar
Tires gravel, I commit my weekly crime

in my hair
Shifting and
Mechanical
Adrenaline

leather, hot metal and oil
The scented air
on chrome, the blur of the landscape
Every nerve

Suddenly of me across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car shoots towards me, two lanes
I around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race
It screaming through the valley as another joins the chase

Drive like the wind, straining the limits of and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a plan
At the one lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the
Race back to the farm to dream with my at the fireside