Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My has a country place that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm the Motor 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 like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my
But down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest

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

Wind in my
and drifting
Mechanical
surge

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

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

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