Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

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

Wind in my
Shifting and
Mechanical
surge

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

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

Drive like the wind, the limits of machine and man
out loud with fear 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