American Pie Don McLean ٠ 1971 ٠ American Pie ٠ AGP

Текст песни "American Pie — Don McLean ٠ 1971 ٠ American Pie ٠ AGP"

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 bri-ide
But something touched me deep insi-ide
The day the music died.

So...
< Chorus: >
"By-ye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dra-ay.
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 lo-ove
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?

Ah, do you-u beli-ieve in rock 'n' roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slo-o-o-ow-u?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your sho-oes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blu-u-ues!

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew ah-I was o-out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin': < Chorus >

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-e-e-e-ee-.

Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned,
No verdict was retu-u-urned.

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: < Chorus >

Helter skelter in a summer swelter,
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fa-st.

It landed froul o-on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a ca-a-a-a-ast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to da-ance,
Oh, but we never got the cha-a-ance!

'Cause the players tried to take the field,
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you reca-all what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing: < Chorus >

Oh, and there we were all in one place -
A generation lost in space
With no time left to sta-art again.

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only frie-e-e-e-end.

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 Satan's spe-ell!

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: < Chorus >

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 sto-ore
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't pla-a-a-ay-y.

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 Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing: < 2х Chorus >