歌曲 | American Pie |
歌手 | The King's Singers |
专辑 | Good Vibrations |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
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†| |
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 Lennon read a book of Marx | |
The quartet practiced in the park | |
And we sang dirges in the dark | |
The day the music died | |
And we were singing, ‽Bye-bye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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†| |
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 Devil's 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 Satan's 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 | |
And he was singing, ‽Bye-bye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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†| |
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 I'd 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 drinking whiskey and rye | |
Singing, â€This'll be the day that I die | |
This'll be the day that I die†| |
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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†| |
Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I die†|
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 byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 Lennon read a book of Marx | |
The quartet practiced in the park | |
And we sang dirges in the dark | |
The day the music died | |
And we were singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 Devil' s 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 Satan' s 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 | |
And he was singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 I' d 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, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
Singing, This' ll be the day that I die |
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 byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 Lennon read a book of Marx | |
The quartet practiced in the park | |
And we sang dirges in the dark | |
The day the music died | |
And we were singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 Devil' s 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 Satan' s 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 | |
And he was singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
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 I' d 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, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
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 | |
Singing, This' ll be the day that I die |