We started singin', 'Bye-bye, Miss American Pie' Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye And 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 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 He was singin', 'Bye-bye Miss American Pie' Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye And 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 there I stood alone and afraid I dropped to my knees and there I prayed And I promised Him everything I could give If only He would make the music live And He promised it would live once more But this time one would equal four And in five years four had come to mourn And the music was reborn And they were singin', 'Bye-bye Miss American Pie' Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye Singin', 'This'll be the day that I die' 'This'll be the day that I die' They were singin', 'Bye-bye Miss American Pie' Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye Singin', 'This'll be the day that I die.'Дon McLean released this groundbreaking song on the album American Pie in 1971. Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' 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 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 old boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n rye And 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 fallin' 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 the sergeants 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 revealed The day the music died?

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