| [00:00.47] | 群星 - American Oie |
| [00:01.58] | A long. long time ago... |
| [00:05.60] | I can still remember |
| [00:08.25] | How that music used to make me smile. |
| [00:14.21] | And I knew if I had my chance |
| [00:17.07] | That I could make those people dance |
| [00:22.20] | And. maybe. they'd be happy for a while. |
| [00:28.28] | But february made me shiver |
| [00:32.96] | With every paper I'd deliver. |
| [00:36.88] | Bad news on the doorstep; |
| [00:39.99] | I couldn't take one more step. |
| [00:43.90] | I can't remember if I cried |
| [00:46.95] | When I read about his widowed bride. |
| [00:52.12] | But something touched me deep inside |
| [00:55.55] | The day the music died. |
| [01:04.20] | So bye-bye. miss american pie. |
| [01:09.71] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [01:12.29] | But the levee was dry. |
| [01:15.13] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [01:19.97] | Singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [01:25.64] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [01:32.37] | Did you write the book of love. |
| [01:35.12] | And do you have faith in God above. |
| [01:39.31] | If the Bible tells you so? |
| [01:43.92] | Do you believe in rock 'n roll. |
| [01:46.89] | Can music save your mortal soul. |
| [01:50.94] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow? |
| [01:57.19] | Well. I know that you're in love with him |
| [02:00.28] | `cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. |
| [02:03.67] | You both kicked off your shoes. |
| [02:07.13] | Man. I dig those rhythm and blues. |
| [02:10.25] | I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck |
| [02:13.31] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck. |
| [02:16.72] | But I knew I was out of luck |
| [02:19.94] | The day the music died. |
| [02:25.40] | I started singin'. |
| [02:26.68] | "bye-bye. miss american pie." |
| [02:29.73] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [02:31.37] | But the levee was dry. |
| [02:33.33] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [02:36.73] | And singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [02:40.64] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [02:45.50] | Now for ten years we've been on our own |
| [02:48.67] | And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone. |
| [02:52.36] | But that's not how it used to be. |
| [02:56.61] | When the jester sang for the king and queen. |
| [02:59.93] | In a coat he borrowed from james dean |
| [03:03.24] | And a voice that came from you and me. |
| [03:09.41] | Oh. and while the king was looking down. |
| [03:12.86] | The jester stole his thorny crown. |
| [03:16.25] | The courtroom was adjourned; |
| [03:19.63] | No verdict was returned. |
| [03:22.35] | And while lennon read a book of marx. |
| [03:25.90] | The quartet practiced in the park. |
| [03:29.31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
| [03:32.49] | The day the music died. |
| [03:37.91] | We were singing. |
| [03:39.01] | "bye-bye. miss american pie." |
| [03:42.03] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [03:43.54] | But the levee was dry. |
| [03:45.48] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [03:48.68] | And singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [03:52.58] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [03:57.58] | Helter skelter in a summer swelter. |
| [04:00.74] | The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. |
| [04:04.40] | Eight miles high and falling fast. |
| [04:08.62] | It landed foul on the grass. |
| [04:11.70] | The players tried for a forward pass. |
| [04:14.80] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. |
| [04:21.10] | Now the half-time air was sweet perfume |
| [04:24.41] | While the sergeants played a marching tune. |
| [04:27.99] | We all got up to dance. |
| [04:31.06] | Oh. but we never got the chance! |
| [04:34.20] | `cause the players tried to take the field; |
| [04:37.47] | The marching band refused to yield. |
| [04:40.75] | Do you recall what was revealed |
| [04:43.74] | The day the music died? |
| [04:49.06] | We started singing. |
| [04:50.11] | "bye-bye. miss american pie." |
| [04:53.27] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [04:54.71] | But the levee was dry. |
| [04:56.70] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [04:59.86] | And singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [05:03.46] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [05:08.25] | Oh. and there we were all in one place. |
| [05:11.45] | A generation lost in space |
| [05:14.92] | With no time left to start again. |
| [05:19.05] | So come on: jack be nimble. jack be quick! |
| [05:22.15] | Jack flash sat on a candlestick |
| [05:25.26] | Cause fire is the devil's only friend. |
| [05:31.70] | Oh. and as I watched him on the stage |
| [05:34.68] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage. |
| [05:38.04] | No angel born in hell |
| [05:41.14] | Could break that satan's spell. |
| [05:44.02] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
| [05:47.46] | To light the sacrificial rite. |
| [05:50.65] | I saw satan laughing with delight |
| [05:53.70] | The day the music died |
| [05:59.22] | He was singing. |
| [05:59.98] | "bye-bye. miss american pie." |
| [06:03.02] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [06:04.48] | But the levee was dry. |
| [06:06.40] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [06:09.44] | And singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [06:13.09] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [06:19.98] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
| [06:22.58] | And I asked her for some happy news. |
| [06:26.23] | But she just smiled and turned away. |
| [06:31.14] | I went down to the sacred store |
| [06:33.54] | Where I'd heard the music years before. |
| [06:37.93] | But the man there said the music wouldn't play. |
| [06:43.97] | And in the streets: the children screamed. |
| [06:47.14] | The lovers cried. and the poets dreamed. |
| [06:51.11] | But not a word was spoken; |
| [06:54.54] | The church bells all were broken. |
| [06:58.12] | And the three men I admire most: |
| [07:01.75] | The father. son. and the holy ghost. |
| [07:05.50] | They caught the last train for the coast |
| [07:08.94] | The day the music died. |
| [07:16.62] | And they were singing. |
| [07:18.30] | "bye-bye. miss american pie." |
| [07:22.63] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [07:25.18] | But the levee was dry. |
| [07:28.17] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [07:32.54] | Singin'. "this'll be the day that I die. |
| [07:37.93] | "this'll be the day that I die." |
| [00:00.009] | |
| [99:00.000] |
| [00:00.47] | qun xing American Oie |
| [00:01.58] | A long. long time ago... |
| [00:05.60] | I can still remember |
| [00:08.25] | How that music used to make me smile. |
| [00:14.21] | And I knew if I had my chance |
| [00:17.07] | That I could make those people dance |
| [00:22.20] | And. maybe. they' d be happy for a while. |
| [00:28.28] | But february made me shiver |
| [00:32.96] | With every paper I' d deliver. |
| [00:36.88] | Bad news on the doorstep |
| [00:39.99] | I couldn' t take one more step. |
| [00:43.90] | I can' t remember if I cried |
| [00:46.95] | When I read about his widowed bride. |
| [00:52.12] | But something touched me deep inside |
| [00:55.55] | The day the music died. |
| [01:04.20] | So byebye. miss american pie. |
| [01:09.71] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [01:12.29] | But the levee was dry. |
| [01:15.13] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [01:19.97] | Singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [01:25.64] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [01:32.37] | Did you write the book of love. |
| [01:35.12] | And do you have faith in God above. |
| [01:39.31] | If the Bible tells you so? |
| [01:43.92] | Do you believe in rock ' n roll. |
| [01:46.89] | Can music save your mortal soul. |
| [01:50.94] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow? |
| [01:57.19] | Well. I know that you' re in love with him |
| [02:00.28] | cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. |
| [02:03.67] | You both kicked off your shoes. |
| [02:07.13] | Man. I dig those rhythm and blues. |
| [02:10.25] | I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck |
| [02:13.31] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck. |
| [02:16.72] | But I knew I was out of luck |
| [02:19.94] | The day the music died. |
| [02:25.40] | I started singin'. |
| [02:26.68] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [02:29.73] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [02:31.37] | But the levee was dry. |
| [02:33.33] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [02:36.73] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [02:40.64] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [02:45.50] | Now for ten years we' ve been on our own |
| [02:48.67] | And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone. |
| [02:52.36] | But that' s not how it used to be. |
| [02:56.61] | When the jester sang for the king and queen. |
| [02:59.93] | In a coat he borrowed from james dean |
| [03:03.24] | And a voice that came from you and me. |
| [03:09.41] | Oh. and while the king was looking down. |
| [03:12.86] | The jester stole his thorny crown. |
| [03:16.25] | The courtroom was adjourned |
| [03:19.63] | No verdict was returned. |
| [03:22.35] | And while lennon read a book of marx. |
| [03:25.90] | The quartet practiced in the park. |
| [03:29.31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
| [03:32.49] | The day the music died. |
| [03:37.91] | We were singing. |
| [03:39.01] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [03:42.03] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [03:43.54] | But the levee was dry. |
| [03:45.48] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [03:48.68] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [03:52.58] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [03:57.58] | Helter skelter in a summer swelter. |
| [04:00.74] | The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. |
| [04:04.40] | Eight miles high and falling fast. |
| [04:08.62] | It landed foul on the grass. |
| [04:11.70] | The players tried for a forward pass. |
| [04:14.80] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. |
| [04:21.10] | Now the halftime air was sweet perfume |
| [04:24.41] | While the sergeants played a marching tune. |
| [04:27.99] | We all got up to dance. |
| [04:31.06] | Oh. but we never got the chance! |
| [04:34.20] | cause the players tried to take the field |
| [04:37.47] | The marching band refused to yield. |
| [04:40.75] | Do you recall what was revealed |
| [04:43.74] | The day the music died? |
| [04:49.06] | We started singing. |
| [04:50.11] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [04:53.27] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [04:54.71] | But the levee was dry. |
| [04:56.70] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [04:59.86] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [05:03.46] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [05:08.25] | Oh. and there we were all in one place. |
| [05:11.45] | A generation lost in space |
| [05:14.92] | With no time left to start again. |
| [05:19.05] | So come on: jack be nimble. jack be quick! |
| [05:22.15] | Jack flash sat on a candlestick |
| [05:25.26] | Cause fire is the devil' s only friend. |
| [05:31.70] | Oh. and as I watched him on the stage |
| [05:34.68] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage. |
| [05:38.04] | No angel born in hell |
| [05:41.14] | Could break that satan' s spell. |
| [05:44.02] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
| [05:47.46] | To light the sacrificial rite. |
| [05:50.65] | I saw satan laughing with delight |
| [05:53.70] | The day the music died |
| [05:59.22] | He was singing. |
| [05:59.98] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [06:03.02] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [06:04.48] | But the levee was dry. |
| [06:06.40] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [06:09.44] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [06:13.09] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [06:19.98] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
| [06:22.58] | And I asked her for some happy news. |
| [06:26.23] | But she just smiled and turned away. |
| [06:31.14] | I went down to the sacred store |
| [06:33.54] | Where I' d heard the music years before. |
| [06:37.93] | But the man there said the music wouldn' t play. |
| [06:43.97] | And in the streets: the children screamed. |
| [06:47.14] | The lovers cried. and the poets dreamed. |
| [06:51.11] | But not a word was spoken |
| [06:54.54] | The church bells all were broken. |
| [06:58.12] | And the three men I admire most: |
| [07:01.75] | The father. son. and the holy ghost. |
| [07:05.50] | They caught the last train for the coast |
| [07:08.94] | The day the music died. |
| [07:16.62] | And they were singing. |
| [07:18.30] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [07:22.63] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [07:25.18] | But the levee was dry. |
| [07:28.17] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [07:32.54] | Singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [07:37.93] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [00:00.009] | |
| [99:00.000] |
| [00:00.47] | qún xīng American Oie |
| [00:01.58] | A long. long time ago... |
| [00:05.60] | I can still remember |
| [00:08.25] | How that music used to make me smile. |
| [00:14.21] | And I knew if I had my chance |
| [00:17.07] | That I could make those people dance |
| [00:22.20] | And. maybe. they' d be happy for a while. |
| [00:28.28] | But february made me shiver |
| [00:32.96] | With every paper I' d deliver. |
| [00:36.88] | Bad news on the doorstep |
| [00:39.99] | I couldn' t take one more step. |
| [00:43.90] | I can' t remember if I cried |
| [00:46.95] | When I read about his widowed bride. |
| [00:52.12] | But something touched me deep inside |
| [00:55.55] | The day the music died. |
| [01:04.20] | So byebye. miss american pie. |
| [01:09.71] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [01:12.29] | But the levee was dry. |
| [01:15.13] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [01:19.97] | Singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [01:25.64] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [01:32.37] | Did you write the book of love. |
| [01:35.12] | And do you have faith in God above. |
| [01:39.31] | If the Bible tells you so? |
| [01:43.92] | Do you believe in rock ' n roll. |
| [01:46.89] | Can music save your mortal soul. |
| [01:50.94] | And can you teach me how to dance real slow? |
| [01:57.19] | Well. I know that you' re in love with him |
| [02:00.28] | cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. |
| [02:03.67] | You both kicked off your shoes. |
| [02:07.13] | Man. I dig those rhythm and blues. |
| [02:10.25] | I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck |
| [02:13.31] | With a pink carnation and a pickup truck. |
| [02:16.72] | But I knew I was out of luck |
| [02:19.94] | The day the music died. |
| [02:25.40] | I started singin'. |
| [02:26.68] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [02:29.73] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [02:31.37] | But the levee was dry. |
| [02:33.33] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [02:36.73] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [02:40.64] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [02:45.50] | Now for ten years we' ve been on our own |
| [02:48.67] | And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone. |
| [02:52.36] | But that' s not how it used to be. |
| [02:56.61] | When the jester sang for the king and queen. |
| [02:59.93] | In a coat he borrowed from james dean |
| [03:03.24] | And a voice that came from you and me. |
| [03:09.41] | Oh. and while the king was looking down. |
| [03:12.86] | The jester stole his thorny crown. |
| [03:16.25] | The courtroom was adjourned |
| [03:19.63] | No verdict was returned. |
| [03:22.35] | And while lennon read a book of marx. |
| [03:25.90] | The quartet practiced in the park. |
| [03:29.31] | And we sang dirges in the dark |
| [03:32.49] | The day the music died. |
| [03:37.91] | We were singing. |
| [03:39.01] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [03:42.03] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [03:43.54] | But the levee was dry. |
| [03:45.48] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [03:48.68] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [03:52.58] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [03:57.58] | Helter skelter in a summer swelter. |
| [04:00.74] | The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. |
| [04:04.40] | Eight miles high and falling fast. |
| [04:08.62] | It landed foul on the grass. |
| [04:11.70] | The players tried for a forward pass. |
| [04:14.80] | With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. |
| [04:21.10] | Now the halftime air was sweet perfume |
| [04:24.41] | While the sergeants played a marching tune. |
| [04:27.99] | We all got up to dance. |
| [04:31.06] | Oh. but we never got the chance! |
| [04:34.20] | cause the players tried to take the field |
| [04:37.47] | The marching band refused to yield. |
| [04:40.75] | Do you recall what was revealed |
| [04:43.74] | The day the music died? |
| [04:49.06] | We started singing. |
| [04:50.11] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [04:53.27] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [04:54.71] | But the levee was dry. |
| [04:56.70] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [04:59.86] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [05:03.46] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [05:08.25] | Oh. and there we were all in one place. |
| [05:11.45] | A generation lost in space |
| [05:14.92] | With no time left to start again. |
| [05:19.05] | So come on: jack be nimble. jack be quick! |
| [05:22.15] | Jack flash sat on a candlestick |
| [05:25.26] | Cause fire is the devil' s only friend. |
| [05:31.70] | Oh. and as I watched him on the stage |
| [05:34.68] | My hands were clenched in fists of rage. |
| [05:38.04] | No angel born in hell |
| [05:41.14] | Could break that satan' s spell. |
| [05:44.02] | And as the flames climbed high into the night |
| [05:47.46] | To light the sacrificial rite. |
| [05:50.65] | I saw satan laughing with delight |
| [05:53.70] | The day the music died |
| [05:59.22] | He was singing. |
| [05:59.98] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [06:03.02] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [06:04.48] | But the levee was dry. |
| [06:06.40] | Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [06:09.44] | And singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [06:13.09] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [06:19.98] | I met a girl who sang the blues |
| [06:22.58] | And I asked her for some happy news. |
| [06:26.23] | But she just smiled and turned away. |
| [06:31.14] | I went down to the sacred store |
| [06:33.54] | Where I' d heard the music years before. |
| [06:37.93] | But the man there said the music wouldn' t play. |
| [06:43.97] | And in the streets: the children screamed. |
| [06:47.14] | The lovers cried. and the poets dreamed. |
| [06:51.11] | But not a word was spoken |
| [06:54.54] | The church bells all were broken. |
| [06:58.12] | And the three men I admire most: |
| [07:01.75] | The father. son. and the holy ghost. |
| [07:05.50] | They caught the last train for the coast |
| [07:08.94] | The day the music died. |
| [07:16.62] | And they were singing. |
| [07:18.30] | " byebye. miss american pie." |
| [07:22.63] | Drove my chevy to the levee. |
| [07:25.18] | But the levee was dry. |
| [07:28.17] | And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye |
| [07:32.54] | Singin'. " this' ll be the day that I die. |
| [07:37.93] | " this' ll be the day that I die." |
| [00:00.009] | |
| [99:00.000] |