โหลดเพลง mp3 American Pie, Pt. 1 - Don McLean

American Pie, Part I - Don McLean
A long, long time ago...

I can still remember

How that music used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could make those people dance

And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver

With every paper I'd deliver.

Bad news on the doorstep;

I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,

If the Bible tells you so?

Have you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,

But that's not how it used to be.

When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;

No verdict was returned.

And while lennon read a book of marx,

The quartet practiced in the park,

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

"this'll be the day that I die.