Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

A long, long ago...
I can remember
How that used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my
That I could make those people
And, maybe, be happy for a while.

But made me shiver
With paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the
I couldn't take one step.

I remember if I cried
When I about his widowed bride,
But something touched me inside
The day the died.

So bye-bye, american pie.
my chevy to the levee,
But the was dry.
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

Did you the book of love,
And do you faith in God above,
If the tells you so?
Do you believe in 'n roll,
Can music your mortal soul,
And can you me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know you're in love with him
`cause I saw you in the gym.
You both kicked off shoes.
Man, I dig rhythm and blues.

I was a teenage broncin' buck
a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I I was out of luck
The day the died.

I singin',
"bye-bye, american pie."
my chevy to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

Now for ten we've been on our own
And grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james
And a that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the was looking down,
The jester stole his crown.
The was adjourned;
No was returned.
And lennon read a book of marx,
The practiced in the park,
And we sang in the dark
The day the died.

We singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
my chevy to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

Helter skelter in a swelter.
The birds flew off with a shelter,
Eight miles and falling fast.
It landed on the grass.
The tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet
While the played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the tried to take the field;
The band refused to yield.
Do you recall was revealed
The day the died?

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old boys were whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

Oh, and we were all in one place,
A generation lost in
With no left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, be quick!
flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's friend.

Oh, and as I him on the stage
My hands were in fists of rage.
No angel in hell
Could break that spell.
And as the climbed high into the night
To the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing delight
The day the music

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

I met a girl who sang the
And I her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and away.
I went down to the sacred
Where I'd heard the years before,
But the man said the music wouldn't play.

And in the the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the dreamed.
But not a word was
The church all were broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
They caught the train for the coast
The day the died.

And they singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

were singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."