Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

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

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

So bye-bye, american pie.
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
And them old boys were drinkin' whiskey 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 faith in God above,
If the tells 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 that you're in love him
I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off shoes.
Man, I dig rhythm and blues.

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

I singin',
"bye-bye, american 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 grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it to be.
When the sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he from james dean
And a voice that 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 quartet in the park,
And we dirges in the dark
The day the died.

We singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old boys drinkin' 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 flew off with a shelter,
Eight miles high and fast.
It foul on the grass.
The players tried for a pass,
the jester 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!
the players tried to take 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day I die.
"this'll be the day I die."

Oh, and there we all in one place,
A lost in space
With no time to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a
Cause is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I him on the stage
My hands clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in
break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high the night
To light the rite,
I saw satan laughing delight
The day the died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss 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."

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 music before,
But the man there the music wouldn't play.

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

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