Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

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

Jump to the ground as the slows to cross the borderline
Then run like the wind as excitement shivers up and my spine
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 strip away the old debris that a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a better time
Ooh, fired up the willing engine, responding a roar
spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime

Wind in my
Shifting and
Mechanical
Adrenaline

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

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

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