Il testo della American pie

Tori Amos

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In the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
And not a word was spoken
The church bells, all were broken

The three men i admired most
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They took the last train for the coast
The day the music died

They were singing, "bye, bye, miss american pie"
I drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing, "this'll be the day that i die, this'll be the day that i die"

And the three men i admired most
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They took the last train for the coast
The day the music died

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