American Pie de 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 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.

Bye, bye miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
them good ole boys were drinking 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 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 dancin' in the gym
you both kicked off your shoes man
i dig those rhythm and blues
i was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
but i knew i was out of luck
the day the music died
i started singin'.

Bye, bye miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singin' 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 singin'.

Bye, bye miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
singin' this'll be the day that i die,
this'll be the day that i die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
eight miles high and falling fast
it landed foul on the grass
the players tried for a forward 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,
oooh, 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'

Bye, bye miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
them good ole boys were drinking 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 come on jack be nimble, jack be quick
jack flash sat on a candlestick
'cause fire is the devil's only friend
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 day the music died
he was singin'.

Bye, bye miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
them good ole boys were drinking 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 singing.
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Hace mucho, mucho tiempo,
todavía recuerdo cómo,
esa música solía hacerme sonreír
y sabía que si tenía mi oportunidad
podría hacer bailar a esa gente
y quizás fueran felices por un tiempo,
pero febrero me hizo temblar
con cada papel que entregaba
malas noticias en la puerta
no podía dar un paso más,
no recuerdo si lloré,
cuando leí sobre su novia viuda
pero algo me tocó muy adentro.

El día que murió la música.

Adiós, adiós, señorita American Pie,
lleve mi Chevy hasta la presa pero la presa estaba seca,
esos buenos chicos estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno,
cantando "este será el día en que muera",
"este será el día en que muera".
Escribiste el libro del amor,
tienes fe en Dios allá arriba,
si la Biblia te lo dice?
Ahora, crees en el rock and roll?
Puede la música salvar tu alma mortal?
Y puedes enseñarme a bailar muy despacio?
Bueno, sé que estás enamorada de él
porque te vi bailando en el gimnasio
ustedes dos se quitaron los zapatos, amigo
me encantan esos ritmos y blues.
Yo era un adolescente solitario con espíritu rebelde

con una flor de clavel rosa y una camioneta

pero sabía que no tenía suerte

el día que murió la música

empecé a cantar.

Adiós, adiós, señorita American Pie,
lleve mi Chevy hasta la presa pero la presa estaba seca,
esos buenos chicos estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno,
cantando "este será el día en que muera",
"este será el día en que muera".

Ahora, durante diez años hemos estado por nuestra cuenta
y el musgo crece fuerte sobre una piedra rodante.
Pero eso no es como solía ser,
cuando el bufón cantaba para el rey y la reina
con un abrigo prestado de James Dean
y una voz que venía de ti y de mí.
Oh, y mientras el rey miraba hacia abajo,
el bufón robó su corona espinosa.
La sala del tribunal fue clausurada;
no hubo veredicto alguno.

Y mientras Lenin leía un libro sobre Marx

el cuarteto ensayaba en el parque

y cantamos elegías en la oscuridad.El día que murió la música;< / p >

estábamos cantando.

< blockquote > Adiós, adiós señorita American Pie; < blockquote > conduje mi Chevy hasta la presa pero estaba seca. < blockquote > Esos buenos chicos estaban bebiendo whisky y centeno; < blockquote > cantando este será el día en que moriré; < blockquote > este será el día en que moriré. & lt ; / p >

Sí  todavía hay magia saliendo del infierno; y los ojos caerán al suelo.   Podríamos sentirlo acercándose cuando creamos algún fuego fuerte.</blockqoute>>

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