Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country place that no one knows
He it used to be a farm before 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 slows to cross the borderline
Then run the wind as excitement shivers up and down 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 that hides a car
A brilliant red Barchetta a better vanished time
Ooh, up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my crime

Wind in my
and drifting
Mechanical
Adrenaline

leather, hot metal and oil
The country air
Sunlight on chrome, the of the landscape
Every nerve

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

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