American Pie lyrics
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that موسیقی 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 مزید step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن that I die
Did آپ write the book of love and do آپ have faith in God above
If the Bible tells آپ so?
Now do آپ believe in rock and roll? Can موسیقی save your mortal soul?
And can آپ teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw آپ dancing in the gym
آپ both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a گلابی carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 کوٹ he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from آپ and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester چرا لیا, چوری کی his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a آگے pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While 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 آپ recall what was revealed
The دن the موسیقی died?
We started 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
And singing this'll be the دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 آگ کے, آگ 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 دن the موسیقی 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 drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 موسیقی years before
But the man there کہا the موسیقی 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 دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 دن that I die
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that موسیقی 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 مزید step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن that I die
Did آپ write the book of love and do آپ have faith in God above
If the Bible tells آپ so?
Now do آپ believe in rock and roll? Can موسیقی save your mortal soul?
And can آپ teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw آپ dancing in the gym
آپ both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a گلابی carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 کوٹ he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from آپ and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester چرا لیا, چوری کی his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a آگے pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While 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 آپ recall what was revealed
The دن the موسیقی died?
We started 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
And singing this'll be the دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 آگ کے, آگ 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 دن the موسیقی 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 drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 موسیقی years before
But the man there کہا the موسیقی 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 دن the موسیقی 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 دن that I die, this'll be the دن 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 دن that I die
Nicki gets a pic because I actually really like her lol. She helped me realize that just because I hate one song by an artist doesn't mean I have to hate 'em all.
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