Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

But february me shiver
With every I'd deliver.
Bad news on the
I take one more 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 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 write the of love,
And do you have in God above,
If the tells you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your soul,
And can you teach me how to real slow?

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

I was a teenage broncin' buck
With a carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of
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 moss grows fat on a stone,
But that's not how it to be.
the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he from james dean
And a voice came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was down,
The jester stole his crown.
The was adjourned;
No was returned.
And lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet in the park,
And we sang 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 boys were drinkin' 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 off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The players for a forward pass,
the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet
While the sergeants played a 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 was revealed
The day the music

We singing,
"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."

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

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

He was 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."

I met a girl who sang the
And I asked her for happy news,
But she smiled and turned away.
I down to the sacred store
I'd heard the music years 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 all were broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
They caught the last train for the
The day the died.

And they singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
my chevy 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."

were singing,
"bye-bye, miss 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."