Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

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

I strip away the old that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta a better vanished time
Ooh, fired up the willing engine, responding with a
Tires spitting gravel, I my weekly crime

in my hair
Shifting and
music
Adrenaline

Well-weathered leather, hot and oil
The country air
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the
nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car shoots towards me, two wide
I spin around with shrieking tires to run the race
It goes screaming through the as another joins the chase

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