Texty: Tori Amos. Otras Canciones. American Pie (live).
:
In the streets, the children screamed,
Lovers cried and the poets dreamed,
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 took the last train for the coast the day the music died.
And they were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing,
"This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die."
And the three men I admire most,
The father, son and the holy ghost,
They took the last train for the coast the day the music died...
In the streets, the children screamed,
Lovers cried and the poets dreamed,
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 took the last train for the coast the day the music died.
And they were singing, bye-bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
Good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing,
"This will be the day that I die. This will be the day that I die."
And the three men I admire most,
The father, son and the holy ghost,
They took the last train for the coast the day the music died...
Amos, Tori