歌手:The King's Singers
专辑:《Good Vibrations》

American Pie - The King's Singers （国王歌手合唱团）
A long long time ago i can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And i could make those people dance
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
So bey-bey 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 day that i diea
This'll be the day that i diea
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 lennon read a book of marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
And we were singing bey-bey 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 day that i diea
This'll be the day that i diea
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
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 day the music died
And he was singing bey-bey 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 day that i diea
This'll be the day that i diea
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 apoken
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 singsing bey-bey 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 day that i diea
This'll be the day that i diea
Bey-bey 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 day that i diea
This'll be the day that i diea
Singing this'll be the day that i diea