Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

But made me shiver
With every I'd deliver.
Bad news on the
I take one more step.

I can't remember if I
When I 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 drinkin' 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 believe in 'n roll,
Can music save mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance slow?

Well, I that you're in love with 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 pink and a pickup truck,
But I I was out of luck
The day the died.

I singin',
"bye-bye, miss 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 grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But not how it used to be.
When the 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 old boys were drinkin' 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 high and falling fast.
It landed on the grass.
The players tried for a pass,
With the jester on the in a cast.

Now the half-time air was perfume
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 band refused to yield.
Do you what was revealed
The day the music

We 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."

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

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

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 who sang the blues
And I asked her for some news,
But she just and turned away.
I went down to the store
Where I'd heard the music before,
But the man said the music wouldn't play.

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

And were singing,
"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."

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