Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

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

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

So bye-bye, american 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."

Did you the book of love,
And do you faith in God above,
If the Bible you so?
Do you believe in 'n roll,
Can save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to real slow?

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

I was a lonely teenage buck
With a carnation and a pickup 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 boys 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.
the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a he borrowed from james dean
And a voice came from you and me,

Oh, and while the was looking down,
The jester his thorny crown.
The courtroom was
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 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 flew off a fallout shelter,
Eight miles and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The players for a forward pass,
With the jester on the in a cast.

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

We 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."

Oh, and we were all in one place,
A generation lost in
With no time 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 hands clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in
break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed into the night
To light the rite,
I saw satan laughing delight
The day the died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
Drove my 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 girl who the blues
And I asked her for happy news,
But she smiled and turned away.
I down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the years before,
But the man there said the 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 men I admire most:
The father, son, and the ghost,
caught the last train for the coast
The day the died.

And were singing,
"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."

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."