Letras de Músicas de Baladas

JUST LOUIS-AMERICAN PIE

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 heard about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing ‘This will be the day that I die
This will 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
And do you believe in Rock 'n' Roll
Can music save your mortal soul
Then you can 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 Rythm 'n' Blues
I was a lonely teenage broncking buck
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing ‘This will be the day that I die
This will 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'd borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
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 verses in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing ‘This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die.’

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
Birds flew off with the fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
And tried to land and fell on the grass
The players tried a forward pass
But the jester on the sidelines didn't cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sargeants 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
And the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was the feel
The day the music died

We started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing ‘This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die.’

Oh, and there we are all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So came 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 spell
And as the plane climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

We were singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing ‘This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die.’

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some good 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
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 t

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