Song | American Pie |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | Solo |
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[00:01] | A long long time ago |
[00:03] | I can still remember how that music used to make me smile |
[00:12] | And I knew if I had my chance |
[00:15] | That I could make those people dance |
[00:19] | And maybe they'd be happy for a while. |
[00:25] | But February made me shiver |
[00:29] | With every paper I'd deliver |
[00:33] | Bad news on the doorstep |
[00:36] | I couldn't take one more step |
[00:40] | I can't remember if I cried |
[00:43] | When I read about his widowed bride |
[00:48] | But something touched me deep inside |
[00:53] | The day the music died |
[01:03] | So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[01:07] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[01:09] | But the levee was dry |
[01:12] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[01:17] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[01:23] | This'll be the day that I die |
[01:29] | Did you write the Book of Love |
[01:31] | And do you have faith in God above |
[01:35] | If the Bible tells you so |
[01:40] | Do you believe in rock 'n roll |
[01:43] | Can music save your mortal soul |
[01:47] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow |
[01:53] | Well, I know that you're in love with him |
[01:57] | 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym |
[02:01] | You both kicked off your shoes |
[02:03] | Man, I dig those rhythm and blues |
[02:08] | I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck |
[02:11] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck |
[02:14] | But I knew I was out of luck |
[02:17] | The day the music died |
[02:24] | I started singin' |
[02:25] | Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[02:28] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[02:30] | But the levee was dry |
[02:32] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[02:35] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[02:39] | This'll be the day that I die |
[02:43] | Now for ten years we've been on our own |
[02:47] | And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone |
[02:51] | But that's not how it used to be |
[02:56] | When the jester sang for the King and Queen |
[02:59] | In a coat he borrowed from James Dean |
[03:03] | And a voice that came from you and me |
[03:10] | Oh, and while the King was looking down |
[03:14] | The jester stole his thorny crown |
[03:17] | The courtroom was adjourned |
[03:20] | No verdict was returned |
[03:24] | And while Lennon read a book of Marx |
[03:28] | The quartet practiced in the park |
[03:31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
[03:34] | The day the music died |
[03:40] | We were singing |
[03:41] | Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[03:44] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[03:47] | But the levee was dry |
[03:49] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[03:52] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[03:56] | This'll be the day that I die |
[04:01] | Helter Skelter in a summer swelter |
[04:04] | The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter |
[04:09] | Eight miles high and falling fast |
[04:14] | It landed foul out on the grass |
[04:17] | The players tried for a forward pass |
[04:20] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast |
[04:26] | Now the half-time air was sweet perfume |
[04:30] | While the Sergeants played a marching tune |
[04:34] | We all got up to dance |
[04:37] | Oh, but we never got the chance |
[04:40] | 'Cause the players tried to take the field |
[04:44] | The marching band refused to yield |
[04:48] | Do you recall what was revealed |
[04:51] | The day the music died |
[04:57] | We started singing |
[04:58] | Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[05:01] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[05:03] | But the levee was dry |
[05:05] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[05:08] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[05:13] | This'll be the day that I die |
[05:17] | Oh, and there we were all in one place |
[05:21] | A generation Lost in Space |
[05:24] | With no time left to start again |
[05:29] | So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick |
[05:34] | Jack Flash sat on a candlestick |
[05:36] | 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend |
[05:43] | Oh, and as I watched him on the stage |
[05:47] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage |
[05:51] | No angel born in hell |
[05:54] | Could break that Satan's spell |
[05:56] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
[06:02] | To light the sacrifical rite |
[06:05] | I saw Satan laughing with delight |
[06:08] | The day the music died |
[06:15] | He was singing |
[06:16] | Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[06:19] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[06:21] | But the levee was dry |
[06:23] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[06:26] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[06:30] | This'll be the day that I die |
[06:36] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
[06:40] | And I asked her for some happy news |
[06:44] | But she just smiled and turned away |
[06:49] | I went down to the sacred store |
[06:51] | Where I'd heard the music years before |
[06:55] | But the man there said the music wouldn't play |
[07:03] | And in the streets the children screamed |
[07:07] | The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed |
[07:10] | But not a word was spoken |
[07:15] | The church bells all were broken |
[07:19] | And the three men I admire most |
[07:23] | The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost |
[07:27] | They caught the last train for the coast |
[07:31] | The day the music died |
[07:39] | And they were singing |
[07:41] | Bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[07:46] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[07:49] | But the levee was dry |
[07:52] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
[07:56] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[08:03] | This'll be the day that I die |
[08:08] | They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie |
[08:15] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[08:17] | But the levee was dry |
[08:20] | Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye |
[08:24] | Singin' this'll be the day that I die |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
[00:01] | A long long time ago |
[00:03] | I can still remember how that music used to make me smile |
[00:12] | And I knew if I had my chance |
[00:15] | That I could make those people dance |
[00:19] | And maybe they d be happy for a while. |
[00:25] | But February made me shiver |
[00:29] | With every paper I d deliver |
[00:33] | Bad news on the doorstep |
[00:36] | I couldn t take one more step |
[00:40] | I can t remember if I cried |
[00:43] | When I read about his widowed bride |
[00:48] | But something touched me deep inside |
[00:53] | The day the music died |
[01:03] | So Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[01:07] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[01:09] | But the levee was dry |
[01:12] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[01:17] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[01:23] | This ll be the day that I die |
[01:29] | Did you write the Book of Love |
[01:31] | And do you have faith in God above |
[01:35] | If the Bible tells you so |
[01:40] | Do you believe in rock n roll |
[01:43] | Can music save your mortal soul |
[01:47] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow |
[01:53] | Well, I know that you re in love with him |
[01:57] | Cause I saw you dancin in the gym |
[02:01] | You both kicked off your shoes |
[02:03] | Man, I dig those rhythm and blues |
[02:08] | I was a lonely teenage broncin buck |
[02:11] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck |
[02:14] | But I knew I was out of luck |
[02:17] | The day the music died |
[02:24] | I started singin |
[02:25] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[02:28] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[02:30] | But the levee was dry |
[02:32] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[02:35] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[02:39] | This ll be the day that I die |
[02:43] | Now for ten years we ve been on our own |
[02:47] | And moss grows fat on a rollin stone |
[02:51] | But that s not how it used to be |
[02:56] | When the jester sang for the King and Queen |
[02:59] | In a coat he borrowed from James Dean |
[03:03] | And a voice that came from you and me |
[03:10] | Oh, and while the King was looking down |
[03:14] | The jester stole his thorny crown |
[03:17] | The courtroom was adjourned |
[03:20] | No verdict was returned |
[03:24] | And while Lennon read a book of Marx |
[03:28] | The quartet practiced in the park |
[03:31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
[03:34] | The day the music died |
[03:40] | We were singing |
[03:41] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[03:44] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[03:47] | But the levee was dry |
[03:49] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[03:52] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[03:56] | This ll be the day that I die |
[04:01] | Helter Skelter in a summer swelter |
[04:04] | The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter |
[04:09] | Eight miles high and falling fast |
[04:14] | It landed foul out on the grass |
[04:17] | The players tried for a forward pass |
[04:20] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast |
[04:26] | Now the halftime air was sweet perfume |
[04:30] | While the Sergeants played a marching tune |
[04:34] | We all got up to dance |
[04:37] | Oh, but we never got the chance |
[04:40] | Cause the players tried to take the field |
[04:44] | The marching band refused to yield |
[04:48] | Do you recall what was revealed |
[04:51] | The day the music died |
[04:57] | We started singing |
[04:58] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[05:01] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[05:03] | But the levee was dry |
[05:05] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[05:08] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[05:13] | This ll be the day that I die |
[05:17] | Oh, and there we were all in one place |
[05:21] | A generation Lost in Space |
[05:24] | With no time left to start again |
[05:29] | So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick |
[05:34] | Jack Flash sat on a candlestick |
[05:36] | Cause fire is the Devil s only friend |
[05:43] | Oh, and as I watched him on the stage |
[05:47] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage |
[05:51] | No angel born in hell |
[05:54] | Could break that Satan s spell |
[05:56] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
[06:02] | To light the sacrifical rite |
[06:05] | I saw Satan laughing with delight |
[06:08] | The day the music died |
[06:15] | He was singing |
[06:16] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[06:19] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[06:21] | But the levee was dry |
[06:23] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[06:26] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[06:30] | This ll be the day that I die |
[06:36] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
[06:40] | And I asked her for some happy news |
[06:44] | But she just smiled and turned away |
[06:49] | I went down to the sacred store |
[06:51] | Where I d heard the music years before |
[06:55] | But the man there said the music wouldn t play |
[07:03] | And in the streets the children screamed |
[07:07] | The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed |
[07:10] | But not a word was spoken |
[07:15] | The church bells all were broken |
[07:19] | And the three men I admire most |
[07:23] | The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost |
[07:27] | They caught the last train for the coast |
[07:31] | The day the music died |
[07:39] | And they were singing |
[07:41] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[07:46] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[07:49] | But the levee was dry |
[07:52] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[07:56] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[08:03] | This ll be the day that I die |
[08:08] | They were singing byebye, Miss American Pie |
[08:15] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[08:17] | But the levee was dry |
[08:20] | Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye |
[08:24] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : McLean |
[00:01] | A long long time ago |
[00:03] | I can still remember how that music used to make me smile |
[00:12] | And I knew if I had my chance |
[00:15] | That I could make those people dance |
[00:19] | And maybe they d be happy for a while. |
[00:25] | But February made me shiver |
[00:29] | With every paper I d deliver |
[00:33] | Bad news on the doorstep |
[00:36] | I couldn t take one more step |
[00:40] | I can t remember if I cried |
[00:43] | When I read about his widowed bride |
[00:48] | But something touched me deep inside |
[00:53] | The day the music died |
[01:03] | So Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[01:07] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[01:09] | But the levee was dry |
[01:12] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[01:17] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[01:23] | This ll be the day that I die |
[01:29] | Did you write the Book of Love |
[01:31] | And do you have faith in God above |
[01:35] | If the Bible tells you so |
[01:40] | Do you believe in rock n roll |
[01:43] | Can music save your mortal soul |
[01:47] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow |
[01:53] | Well, I know that you re in love with him |
[01:57] | Cause I saw you dancin in the gym |
[02:01] | You both kicked off your shoes |
[02:03] | Man, I dig those rhythm and blues |
[02:08] | I was a lonely teenage broncin buck |
[02:11] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck |
[02:14] | But I knew I was out of luck |
[02:17] | The day the music died |
[02:24] | I started singin |
[02:25] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[02:28] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[02:30] | But the levee was dry |
[02:32] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[02:35] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[02:39] | This ll be the day that I die |
[02:43] | Now for ten years we ve been on our own |
[02:47] | And moss grows fat on a rollin stone |
[02:51] | But that s not how it used to be |
[02:56] | When the jester sang for the King and Queen |
[02:59] | In a coat he borrowed from James Dean |
[03:03] | And a voice that came from you and me |
[03:10] | Oh, and while the King was looking down |
[03:14] | The jester stole his thorny crown |
[03:17] | The courtroom was adjourned |
[03:20] | No verdict was returned |
[03:24] | And while Lennon read a book of Marx |
[03:28] | The quartet practiced in the park |
[03:31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
[03:34] | The day the music died |
[03:40] | We were singing |
[03:41] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[03:44] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[03:47] | But the levee was dry |
[03:49] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[03:52] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[03:56] | This ll be the day that I die |
[04:01] | Helter Skelter in a summer swelter |
[04:04] | The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter |
[04:09] | Eight miles high and falling fast |
[04:14] | It landed foul out on the grass |
[04:17] | The players tried for a forward pass |
[04:20] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast |
[04:26] | Now the halftime air was sweet perfume |
[04:30] | While the Sergeants played a marching tune |
[04:34] | We all got up to dance |
[04:37] | Oh, but we never got the chance |
[04:40] | Cause the players tried to take the field |
[04:44] | The marching band refused to yield |
[04:48] | Do you recall what was revealed |
[04:51] | The day the music died |
[04:57] | We started singing |
[04:58] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[05:01] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[05:03] | But the levee was dry |
[05:05] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[05:08] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[05:13] | This ll be the day that I die |
[05:17] | Oh, and there we were all in one place |
[05:21] | A generation Lost in Space |
[05:24] | With no time left to start again |
[05:29] | So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick |
[05:34] | Jack Flash sat on a candlestick |
[05:36] | Cause fire is the Devil s only friend |
[05:43] | Oh, and as I watched him on the stage |
[05:47] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage |
[05:51] | No angel born in hell |
[05:54] | Could break that Satan s spell |
[05:56] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
[06:02] | To light the sacrifical rite |
[06:05] | I saw Satan laughing with delight |
[06:08] | The day the music died |
[06:15] | He was singing |
[06:16] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[06:19] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[06:21] | But the levee was dry |
[06:23] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[06:26] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[06:30] | This ll be the day that I die |
[06:36] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
[06:40] | And I asked her for some happy news |
[06:44] | But she just smiled and turned away |
[06:49] | I went down to the sacred store |
[06:51] | Where I d heard the music years before |
[06:55] | But the man there said the music wouldn t play |
[07:03] | And in the streets the children screamed |
[07:07] | The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed |
[07:10] | But not a word was spoken |
[07:15] | The church bells all were broken |
[07:19] | And the three men I admire most |
[07:23] | The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost |
[07:27] | They caught the last train for the coast |
[07:31] | The day the music died |
[07:39] | And they were singing |
[07:41] | Byebye, Miss American Pie |
[07:46] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[07:49] | But the levee was dry |
[07:52] | And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye |
[07:56] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[08:03] | This ll be the day that I die |
[08:08] | They were singing byebye, Miss American Pie |
[08:15] | Drove my chevy to the levee |
[08:17] | But the levee was dry |
[08:20] | Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye |
[08:24] | Singin this ll be the day that I die |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |