Luyện nghe bài hát Red Barchetta

My uncle has a country that no one knows about
He it used 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 white-haired uncle

Jump to the as the turbo slows to cross the borderline
run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine
But in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has his dearest dream

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

in my hair
Shifting and
music
Adrenaline

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

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

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