Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

A long, long ago...
I can remember
How that music to make me smile.
And I if I had my chance
That I could make those people
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 remember if I cried
When I read his widowed bride,
But something me deep inside
The day the died.

So bye-bye, miss 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 have in God above,
If the Bible you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your soul,
And can you me how to dance real slow?

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

I was a lonely broncin' buck
With a pink 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 years we've on our own
And moss grows fat on a stone,
But not how it used to be.
When the jester for the king and queen,
In a he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came you and me,

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

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss 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 in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off a fallout shelter,
Eight miles and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The tried for a forward pass,
the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet
While the played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
the players tried to take the field;
The band refused to yield.
Do you what was revealed
The day the died?

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
my chevy 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 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 sat on a candlestick
Cause is the devil's only friend.

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

He was singing,
"bye-bye, american 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 the blues
And I her for some happy news,
But she just and turned away.
I went down to the store
Where I'd the music years before,
But the man there the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the screamed,
The cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was
The bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
They the last train for the coast
The day the died.

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

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