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 freight
Too far the wire, where 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 uncle preserved for me an old
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has his dearest dream

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

in my hair
Shifting and
Mechanical
surge

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

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

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