Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

A long, long ago...
I can still
How that music used to 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 paper I'd deliver.
Bad on the doorstep;
I couldn't one more step.

I remember if I cried
When I read his widowed 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 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 believe in 'n roll,
Can music save mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to real slow?

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

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

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

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

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

We singing,
"bye-bye, american 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 skelter in a swelter.
The birds flew off a fallout shelter,
Eight miles and falling fast.
It foul 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 a marching 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 recall what was
The day the died?

We singing,
"bye-bye, american pie."
Drove my 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 there we all in one place,
A generation lost in
no time left to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's friend.

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

And in the streets: the screamed,
The lovers cried, and the 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 good 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, american 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."