Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a place that no one knows about
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 cross the
Then run like the as excitement shivers up and down my spine
But down in his barn, my 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 from a better vanished time
Ooh, up the willing 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 country 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 spin around with shrieking to run the deadly race
It goes through the valley as another 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 the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm to with my uncle at the fireside