Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

But february made me
With paper I'd deliver.
Bad on the doorstep;
I take one more step.

I can't remember if I
When I about his widowed bride,
But touched me deep inside
The day the died.

So bye-bye, american pie.
my chevy to the levee,
But the was dry.
And them good old boys were 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 music save mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real

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

I singin',
"bye-bye, miss pie."
my chevy 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."

Now for ten we've been on our own
And moss 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 james dean
And a that came from you and me,

Oh, and the king was looking down,
The stole his thorny crown.
The was adjourned;
No was returned.
And while lennon read a of marx,
The quartet in the park,
And we dirges 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 in a summer swelter.
The flew off with a fallout shelter,
miles high and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The tried for a forward pass,
With the on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet
While the sergeants 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, miss 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
no time left to start again.
So on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a
Cause fire is the only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the
My were clenched in fists of rage.
No born in hell
Could break satan's spell.
And as the climbed high into the night
To the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with
The day the music

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my 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."

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

And in the streets: the screamed,
The lovers cried, and the dreamed.
But not a word was
The bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
They the last 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 them good old 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 boys were drinkin' and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."