Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country place no one knows about
He it used 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

to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Then run 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 it as new has been his dearest dream

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

in my hair
Shifting and
Mechanical
surge

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

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

Drive like the wind, straining the of machine 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 to dream with my uncle at the fireside