American Pie (RichardHumptyVission Radio Mix) Lyrics
| Song | American Pie (RichardHumptyVission Radio Mix) |
| Artist | Madonna |
| Album | American Pie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Don McLean | |
| 作曲 : 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 daliver | |
| Bad news on the doorstap | |
| I couldn't take one more step | |
| I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride | |
| 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 ole boys were drinkin' whisky ane rye | |
| singin' this'll be the day that I die | |
| 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 rook 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 dancin' in the gym | |
| You both kicked off your shose | |
| Man, I dig those rhythm and bluses | |
| I was a lonely teenage broncin's 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 | |
| **Repeat | |
| Now for ten years we've been on our own | |
| and moss grows fat on a rollin's stone | |
| But that's not how it used to be | |
| When the Jester sang for the king and Queen in a coat | |
| He Borrowned 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 coart took practice in the park and we SONG dirties in the dark | |
| the day the music died. We were singin's bye bye **(Repeat) | |
| Helter-skelter in the summer sweiter | |
| the birds flew off with a fall-out shelter | |
| Eight miles high and fallin's fast, it landed foul on the gress | |
| the players tried for a forware pass, | |
| with the Jester on the sidelines in a coat | |
| Now the half-time air was sweet paerfume | |
| 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 singin's bye bye | |
| **Repeat | |
| In 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 sat on a candlestick cause fire is the devils only friend | |
| (Oh) as I watched him on the stage, | |
| my hands were clenched in festive rage | |
| No angel born in heaven could break that stan's spell | |
| And as the flames climbed high into the night | |
| the sacrificial rite I saw satan | |
| Laughing with delight the day the music died. | |
| He was singin's bye bye | |
| **Repeat | |
| I met girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news | |
| but the 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 | |
| The lovers cried and the posts dreamed | |
| (But) Not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken | |
| And he three man I admire most the Father, | |
| Son an the holy Ghost | |
| They caught the last train for the coast | |
| The day the music died. | |
| And they were singin' bye bye | |
| ** Repeat |
| zuo ci : Don McLean | |
| zuo qu : 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 daliver | |
| Bad news on the doorstap | |
| I couldn' t take one more step | |
| I can' t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride | |
| 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 ole boys were drinkin' whisky ane rye | |
| singin' this' ll be the day that I die | |
| 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 rook 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 dancin' in the gym | |
| You both kicked off your shose | |
| Man, I dig those rhythm and bluses | |
| I was a lonely teenage broncin' s 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 | |
| Repeat | |
| Now for ten years we' ve been on our own | |
| and moss grows fat on a rollin' s stone | |
| But that' s not how it used to be | |
| When the Jester sang for the king and Queen in a coat | |
| He Borrowned 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 coart took practice in the park and we SONG dirties in the dark | |
| the day the music died. We were singin' s bye bye Repeat | |
| Helterskelter in the summer sweiter | |
| the birds flew off with a fallout shelter | |
| Eight miles high and fallin' s fast, it landed foul on the gress | |
| the players tried for a forware pass, | |
| with the Jester on the sidelines in a coat | |
| Now the halftime air was sweet paerfume | |
| 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 singin' s bye bye | |
| Repeat | |
| In 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 sat on a candlestick cause fire is the devils only friend | |
| Oh as I watched him on the stage, | |
| my hands were clenched in festive rage | |
| No angel born in heaven could break that stan' s spell | |
| And as the flames climbed high into the night | |
| the sacrificial rite I saw satan | |
| Laughing with delight the day the music died. | |
| He was singin' s bye bye | |
| Repeat | |
| I met girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news | |
| but the 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 | |
| The lovers cried and the posts dreamed | |
| But Not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken | |
| And he three man I admire most the Father, | |
| Son an the holy Ghost | |
| They caught the last train for the coast | |
| The day the music died. | |
| And they were singin' bye bye | |
| Repeat |
| zuò cí : Don McLean | |
| zuò qǔ : 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 daliver | |
| Bad news on the doorstap | |
| I couldn' t take one more step | |
| I can' t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride | |
| 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 ole boys were drinkin' whisky ane rye | |
| singin' this' ll be the day that I die | |
| 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 rook 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 dancin' in the gym | |
| You both kicked off your shose | |
| Man, I dig those rhythm and bluses | |
| I was a lonely teenage broncin' s 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 | |
| Repeat | |
| Now for ten years we' ve been on our own | |
| and moss grows fat on a rollin' s stone | |
| But that' s not how it used to be | |
| When the Jester sang for the king and Queen in a coat | |
| He Borrowned 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 coart took practice in the park and we SONG dirties in the dark | |
| the day the music died. We were singin' s bye bye Repeat | |
| Helterskelter in the summer sweiter | |
| the birds flew off with a fallout shelter | |
| Eight miles high and fallin' s fast, it landed foul on the gress | |
| the players tried for a forware pass, | |
| with the Jester on the sidelines in a coat | |
| Now the halftime air was sweet paerfume | |
| 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 singin' s bye bye | |
| Repeat | |
| In 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 sat on a candlestick cause fire is the devils only friend | |
| Oh as I watched him on the stage, | |
| my hands were clenched in festive rage | |
| No angel born in heaven could break that stan' s spell | |
| And as the flames climbed high into the night | |
| the sacrificial rite I saw satan | |
| Laughing with delight the day the music died. | |
| He was singin' s bye bye | |
| Repeat | |
| I met girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news | |
| but the 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 | |
| The lovers cried and the posts dreamed | |
| But Not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken | |
| And he three man I admire most the Father, | |
| Son an the holy Ghost | |
| They caught the last train for the coast | |
| The day the music died. | |
| And they were singin' bye bye | |
| Repeat |
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