Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

A long, time 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, be happy for a while.

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

I can't remember if I
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 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 Bible you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can music save mortal 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 lonely teenage broncin'
With a carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of
The day the died.

I singin',
"bye-bye, miss 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."

Now for ten years we've 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 coat he from james dean
And a that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the was looking down,
The stole his thorny crown.
The was adjourned;
No was returned.
And lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet in the park,
And we dirges in the dark
The day the died.

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss 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."

Helter in a summer swelter.
The birds off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fast.
It foul on the grass.
The tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the 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!
`cause the players tried to 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 boys were drinkin' 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 lost in space
With no left to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the
My hands were in fists of rage.
No born in hell
Could break that spell.
And as the flames climbed high the night
To the sacrificial 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 asked her for happy news,
But she just smiled and away.
I went down to the store
Where I'd heard the years 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 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, miss pie."
my chevy 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."

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