Luyện nghe bài hát American Pie

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

But february made me
With every I'd deliver.
Bad on the doorstep;
I couldn't one more step.

I can't remember if I
I read 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 good old boys 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 tells you so?
Do you in rock 'n roll,
Can save your 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 lonely 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."
my chevy 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."

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

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

We singing,
"bye-bye, miss pie."
my chevy 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."

skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds off with a fallout shelter,
miles 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 sergeants a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we got the chance!
`cause the players to take the field;
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.
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 there we all in one place,
A generation lost in
no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, be quick!
Jack sat on a candlestick
fire is the devil's only friend.

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

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

And in the the children 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 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, american pie."
Drove my to the levee,
But the was dry.
Them good old were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day I die."