Ахынх нь залуудаа үхэж явсан дуучин, дуу хоёр байгаан.
Дүү нар орчуулаад өлгөчөөрэй, их юм ойлгохоор дуу гэж бодоол явдаг ч ойлгож явсангүй. Ах нь ажил ихтэй яваад байгаа болохоор өөрийн түүхээ бичиж завдахгүй л байгаа. Хоол ундны хойноос хөөцөлдөхгүй бол зүгээр суужээхад тэжээдэг цаг өнгөрч, бас хүмүүс хашир болоод надад маллуулаад мөнгөө сул өгөх нь ч ховордож. Чонын амьдралыг хүн биеэндээ мэдрэх бас гэцүү байдым байна шүү хүүхдүүд минь. Насны багад эрдэм сурууштай. Манайхаар ордог гардаг улсуудад баярлажугаа шүү. Гомдоохооргүй юм тэгэж байгаад бичнээ хө.
AMERICAN PIE by Don McLean
(Verse 1)
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 read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.
So...
(Refrain)
Bye bye Miss American Pie,
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."
(Verse 2)
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well I know you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm 'n' blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing...
Refrain
(Verse 3)
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 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,
It's also a pun on "Lenin".
The quartet practiced in the park
There are two schools of thought about this; the obvious one is the
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing...
Refrain


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