Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

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

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

in my hair
Shifting and
music
Adrenaline

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

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

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