Question

《American Pie》的歌词

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Answer 1

American Pie
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 drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die
this’ll be the day that I die this’ll

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
if the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul
and can you teach me how to dance real slowly?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage bronzing buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing
Bye-bye, miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

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 drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

Helter swelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast..

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

We startsinging
Bye-bye, miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend..

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satins spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing
Bye-bye, miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play

And in the streets: the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing
Bye-bye, miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

He was singing
Bye-bye, miss American pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drink in whiskey and rye
And singing, this’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die this’ll

Answer 2

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 may be they´d be happy for awhile
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
something touch 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
then good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing 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
now do you believe in rock and 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´re dancing in the gym
you both kicked off your shoes,
man, i dig those rhythm and blues
i was a lonely teenage broncing buck
with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
but i knew i was out of luck the day the music died
i started singing
now for ten years we´ve been on our own
and moss grows fat on a rolling 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 lennin read a book on marx
the quarter practiced in the park
and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died
we were singing
helter-skelter in the summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
eight miles high and falling fast
it landed foul on the grass
the players tried for a forward pass
with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
now the half-time air was sweet perfume
while the sergeants played a marching tune
we all got up to dance but we never
got the chance
´cause the players tried to take the field
the marching band refused to yield
do you recall what was revealed
the day the music died
we started singing
and there we´re all in one place
a generation lost in space with no time left to start again
so come on jack be nimble, jack be quick
jack flash sat on a candlestick
´cause fire is the devil´s only friend
and as i watched him on the stage
my hands were clenched in fists of rage
no angel born in hell could break that satan´s spell
and as the flame climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite
i saw satan laughing with delight the day the music died
he was singing
i met a girl who sang the blues
and i asked for her some happy news
but she just smiled and turned away
i went down to the sacred store
where i heard the music years before
but the man there said the music wouldn´t play
in the streets the children screamed
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken
the church bells all were broken
and the three men i admire most, the father, son, and the holy ghost
they caught the last train for the coast the day the music died
and they were singing