Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

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

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

Wind in my
Shifting and
Mechanical
Adrenaline

leather, hot metal and oil
The scented air
Sunlight on chrome, the of the landscape
nerve aware

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

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