Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country 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 like the wind as excitement shivers up and my spine
But down in his barn, my preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his 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, with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly

Wind in my
and drifting
Mechanical
Adrenaline

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

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

Drive like the wind, the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope, got a desperate plan
At the one lane bridge, I the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the