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Letra de la canción 'AMERICAN PIE' de 'BEATLES'


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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 delivered
bad news on the doorstep
i couldnt take one more step
i cant 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 levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin 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 and do you have faith in God above
if the bible tells you so...
ahhhh, do you believe in rock n 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
and i dig those rythym and blues-
i was a lonely teenage broncin buck
with a pink carnation and a pick up truck
but i knew i was outta luck
the day, the music, died
i was singin....

bye, bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin this'll be the day that i die, this'll be the day that i die

now for 10 years we've been on our own
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
but thats 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 cortet praticed in the park
and we sang durges in the dark
the day, the music, died
we were singin...

bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin this'll be the day that i die, this'll be the day that i die

oh helter skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with the fallout shelter
8 miles high and falling fast-
it landed now on the grass
the players tried for a forward pass
with the jester on the sideline earning cash-
now the halftime air was sweet perfume
while the sergents 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 you recall what was the feel
the day, the music, died
we started singin...

bye, bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin 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 cmon jack be nimble
jack be quick
jack flash sat on a candle stick
cause, fire is the devils 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 satans spell
and as the planes climbed high into the night
to whom lack the sacrificial right
i saw satan laughing with delight
the day, the music, died
he was singin...

bye, bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin 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 singin....

bye, bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy
but the levy was dry
and them good ol boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singing this'll be the day that i die, this'll be the day that i die...
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