Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

A long, time ago...
I can still
How that used to make me smile.
And I if I had my chance
That I could make those people
And, maybe, they'd be for a while.

But february me shiver
With paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the
I take one more step.

I remember if I cried
I read 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 have in God above,
If the tells you so?
Do you believe in 'n roll,
Can save your mortal soul,
And can you me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in with him
I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both off your shoes.
Man, I dig those and blues.

I was a lonely broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a truck,
But I knew I was out of
The day the died.

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

Now for ten years been on our own
And moss grows fat on a stone,
But not how it used to be.
When the sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he from james dean
And a that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was down,
The stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was
No was returned.
And while lennon read a of marx,
The practiced in the park,
And we dirges in the dark
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."

skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fast.
It landed on the grass.
The players tried for a pass,
the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the air was sweet perfume
the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the players tried to the field;
The marching refused to yield.
Do you recall what was
The day the died?

We singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' 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 in space
With no time to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
flash sat on a candlestick
Cause is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the
My hands were in fists of rage.
No angel in hell
Could break that spell.
And as the flames climbed into the night
To light the rite,
I saw satan with delight
The day the died

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 who sang the blues
And I asked her for happy news,
But she just and turned away.
I went to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music before,
But the man there said the wouldn't play.

And in the the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the dreamed.
But not a was spoken;
The bells all were broken.
And the three men I most:
The father, son, and the ghost,
caught the last train for the coast
The day the died.

And they singing,
"bye-bye, american 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."

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