ฟังเพลงAmerican Pie

American Pie (美国派) - Studio Players

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

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

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 dancing in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' 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

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

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 Lenin read a book on 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

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

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

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 this'll be the day that I die