Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

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

I can't if I cried
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 old boys were 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 teach me how to dance slow?

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

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

I singin',
"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."

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

Oh, and while the king was 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 dirges in the
The day the died.

We singing,
"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."

Helter skelter in a swelter.
The birds flew off a fallout shelter,
Eight high and falling fast.
It foul on the grass.
The players for a forward pass,
With the on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was perfume
While the played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the players to take the field;
The marching refused to yield.
Do you recall was revealed
The day the music

We 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."

Oh, and we were all in one place,
A generation in space
With no time to start again.
So come on: be nimble, jack be quick!
flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the 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 climbed high into the night
To the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan with delight
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 who sang the blues
And I her for some happy news,
But she smiled and turned away.
I went to the sacred store
I'd heard 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 all were broken.
And the three men I admire
The father, son, and the ghost,
caught the last train for the coast
The day the died.

And they 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."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old boys drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."