| Song | Red Barchetta |
| Artist | Rush |
| Album | Spirit Of Radio: Greatest Hits (1974-1987) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Neil Peart |
| [00:45.59] | My uncle has a country place |
| [00:49.09] | That no one knows about. |
| [00:52.20] | He says it used to be a farm, |
| [00:55.56] | Before the Motor Law. |
| [00:58.66] | And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, |
| [01:02.27] | And hop the Turbine Freight |
| [01:05.42] | To far outside the Wire, |
| [01:08.17] | Where my white-haired uncle waits. |
| [01:32.36] | Jump to the ground |
| [01:33.54] | As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline. |
| [01:38.94] | Run like the wind, |
| [01:39.00] | As excitement shivers up and down my spine. |
| [01:45.66] | Down in his barn, |
| [01:47.15] | My uncle preserved for me an old machine, |
| [01:50.71] | For fifty-odd years. |
| [01:52.38] | To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. |
| [02:00.04] | I strip away the old debris |
| [02:03.34] | That hides a shining car. |
| [02:06.56] | A brilliant red Barchetta |
| [02:09.11] | From a better,vanished time. |
| [02:13.39] | I fire up the willing engine, |
| [02:16.55] | Responding with a roar. |
| [02:20.13] | Tires spitting gravel, |
| [02:22.90] | I commit my weekly crime... |
| [02:41.54] | Wind- |
| [02:42.68] | In my hair- |
| [02:46.03] | Shifting and drifting- |
| [02:51.78] | Mechanical music- |
| [02:57.57] | Adrenalin surge... |
| [03:06.75] | Well-weathered leather, |
| [03:08.39] | Hot metal and oil, |
| [03:09.97] | The scented country air. |
| [03:13.34] | Sunlight on chrome, |
| [03:14.71] | The blur of the landscape, |
| [03:16.71] | Every nerve aware. |
| [03:54.75] | Suddenly ahead of me, |
| [03:57.98] | Across the mountainside, |
| [04:00.88] | A gleaming alloy air-car |
| [04:03.78] | Shoots towards me,two lanes wide. |
| [04:07.82] | I spin around with shrieking tires, |
| [04:11.24] | To run the deadly race, |
| [04:14.56] | Go screaming through the valley |
| [04:17.04] | As another joins the chase. |
| [04:41.42] | Drive like the wind, |
| [04:43.00] | Straining the limits of machine and man. |
| [04:47.91] | Laughing out loud |
| [04:49.31] | With fear and hope,I've got a desperate plan. |
| [04:54.38] | At the one-lane bridge |
| [04:55.82] | I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. |
| [05:00.79] | Race back to the farm,to dream with my uncle at the fireside. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Neil Peart |
| [00:45.59] | My uncle has a country place |
| [00:49.09] | That no one knows about. |
| [00:52.20] | He says it used to be a farm, |
| [00:55.56] | Before the Motor Law. |
| [00:58.66] | And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, |
| [01:02.27] | And hop the Turbine Freight |
| [01:05.42] | To far outside the Wire, |
| [01:08.17] | Where my whitehaired uncle waits. |
| [01:32.36] | Jump to the ground |
| [01:33.54] | As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline. |
| [01:38.94] | Run like the wind, |
| [01:39.00] | As excitement shivers up and down my spine. |
| [01:45.66] | Down in his barn, |
| [01:47.15] | My uncle preserved for me an old machine, |
| [01:50.71] | For fiftyodd years. |
| [01:52.38] | To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. |
| [02:00.04] | I strip away the old debris |
| [02:03.34] | That hides a shining car. |
| [02:06.56] | A brilliant red Barchetta |
| [02:09.11] | From a better, vanished time. |
| [02:13.39] | I fire up the willing engine, |
| [02:16.55] | Responding with a roar. |
| [02:20.13] | Tires spitting gravel, |
| [02:22.90] | I commit my weekly crime... |
| [02:41.54] | Wind |
| [02:42.68] | In my hair |
| [02:46.03] | Shifting and drifting |
| [02:51.78] | Mechanical music |
| [02:57.57] | Adrenalin surge... |
| [03:06.75] | Wellweathered leather, |
| [03:08.39] | Hot metal and oil, |
| [03:09.97] | The scented country air. |
| [03:13.34] | Sunlight on chrome, |
| [03:14.71] | The blur of the landscape, |
| [03:16.71] | Every nerve aware. |
| [03:54.75] | Suddenly ahead of me, |
| [03:57.98] | Across the mountainside, |
| [04:00.88] | A gleaming alloy aircar |
| [04:03.78] | Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. |
| [04:07.82] | I spin around with shrieking tires, |
| [04:11.24] | To run the deadly race, |
| [04:14.56] | Go screaming through the valley |
| [04:17.04] | As another joins the chase. |
| [04:41.42] | Drive like the wind, |
| [04:43.00] | Straining the limits of machine and man. |
| [04:47.91] | Laughing out loud |
| [04:49.31] | With fear and hope, I' ve got a desperate plan. |
| [04:54.38] | At the onelane bridge |
| [04:55.82] | I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. |
| [05:00.79] | Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Neil Peart |
| [00:45.59] | My uncle has a country place |
| [00:49.09] | That no one knows about. |
| [00:52.20] | He says it used to be a farm, |
| [00:55.56] | Before the Motor Law. |
| [00:58.66] | And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, |
| [01:02.27] | And hop the Turbine Freight |
| [01:05.42] | To far outside the Wire, |
| [01:08.17] | Where my whitehaired uncle waits. |
| [01:32.36] | Jump to the ground |
| [01:33.54] | As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline. |
| [01:38.94] | Run like the wind, |
| [01:39.00] | As excitement shivers up and down my spine. |
| [01:45.66] | Down in his barn, |
| [01:47.15] | My uncle preserved for me an old machine, |
| [01:50.71] | For fiftyodd years. |
| [01:52.38] | To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. |
| [02:00.04] | I strip away the old debris |
| [02:03.34] | That hides a shining car. |
| [02:06.56] | A brilliant red Barchetta |
| [02:09.11] | From a better, vanished time. |
| [02:13.39] | I fire up the willing engine, |
| [02:16.55] | Responding with a roar. |
| [02:20.13] | Tires spitting gravel, |
| [02:22.90] | I commit my weekly crime... |
| [02:41.54] | Wind |
| [02:42.68] | In my hair |
| [02:46.03] | Shifting and drifting |
| [02:51.78] | Mechanical music |
| [02:57.57] | Adrenalin surge... |
| [03:06.75] | Wellweathered leather, |
| [03:08.39] | Hot metal and oil, |
| [03:09.97] | The scented country air. |
| [03:13.34] | Sunlight on chrome, |
| [03:14.71] | The blur of the landscape, |
| [03:16.71] | Every nerve aware. |
| [03:54.75] | Suddenly ahead of me, |
| [03:57.98] | Across the mountainside, |
| [04:00.88] | A gleaming alloy aircar |
| [04:03.78] | Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. |
| [04:07.82] | I spin around with shrieking tires, |
| [04:11.24] | To run the deadly race, |
| [04:14.56] | Go screaming through the valley |
| [04:17.04] | As another joins the chase. |
| [04:41.42] | Drive like the wind, |
| [04:43.00] | Straining the limits of machine and man. |
| [04:47.91] | Laughing out loud |
| [04:49.31] | With fear and hope, I' ve got a desperate plan. |
| [04:54.38] | At the onelane bridge |
| [04:55.82] | I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. |
| [05:00.79] | Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside. |