Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

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

I can't if I cried
I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me inside
The day the died.

So bye-bye, miss 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."

Did you the book of love,
And do you have in God above,
If the tells you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music your mortal soul,
And can you me how to dance real slow?

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

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

I singin',
"bye-bye, miss pie."
Drove my 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."

Now for ten we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a stone,
But not how it used to be.
the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from dean
And a voice that came you and me,

Oh, and while the was looking down,
The jester his thorny crown.
The courtroom was
No was returned.
And while 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 drinkin' 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 landed on the grass.
The players for a forward pass,
the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the air was sweet perfume
the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the 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."
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 there we all in one place,
A generation in space
With no time left to again.
So on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
flash sat on a candlestick
Cause is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I him on the stage
My were clenched in fists of rage.
No born in hell
Could that satan's spell.
And as the flames high into the night
To light the rite,
I saw satan laughing with
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 sang the
And I asked her for some news,
But she just smiled and away.
I went down to the store
Where I'd the music years before,
But the man said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the screamed,
The cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was
The church bells all broken.
And the men I admire most:
The father, son, and the ghost,
They caught the last train for the
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 drinkin' 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 were whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."