Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

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

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

Wind in my
Shifting and
Mechanical
Adrenaline

Well-weathered leather, hot and oil
The scented air
Sunlight on chrome, the of the landscape
Every aware

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

Drive the wind, straining the limits of machine 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 farm to dream with my at the fireside