Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

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

I can't if I cried
When I read about his bride,
But something touched me deep
The day the died.

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

Did you write the of love,
And do you have in God above,
If the Bible you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real

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

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

I singin',
"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."

Now for ten years been on our own
And moss fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it to be.
When the jester sang for the and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from dean
And a voice that came you and me,

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

We 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."

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

Now the half-time air was perfume
the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the
The marching band to yield.
Do you what was revealed
The day the music

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
my chevy 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 lost in space
no time left to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a
Cause fire is the devil's friend.

Oh, and as I him on the stage
My hands were clenched in of rage.
No born in hell
Could break that spell.
And as the flames climbed into the night
To the sacrificial rite,
I saw laughing with delight
The day the died

He was 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."

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

And in the the children screamed,
The cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was
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 were singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' 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 whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."