Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

But made me shiver
every paper I'd deliver.
Bad on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one step.

I can't 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 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 write the of love,
And do you faith in God above,
If the Bible you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real

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

I was a lonely 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."
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."

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

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

We singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
my chevy 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."

Helter skelter in a swelter.
The birds flew off a fallout shelter,
Eight high and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The players tried for a pass,
With the jester on the in a cast.

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

We singing,
"bye-bye, american 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
With no time to start again.
So on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack sat on a candlestick
fire is the devil's only friend.

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

He was singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
my chevy 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."

I met a girl who sang the
And I asked her for happy news,
But she just and turned away.
I went down to the sacred
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 word was
The church bells all broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
caught the last train for the coast
The day the died.

And were singing,
"bye-bye, miss 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."

They singing,
"bye-bye, american 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."