不用去猜

不用去猜 - MC 張天賦 [intro] N.C. G D Em7 Dmaj7 Gmaj7 Something touched me deep inside Em7 The day the music died D So bye, bye Miss American Pie G Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee w as dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye D Singin' this wi ll be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die Em Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above, if the bib D le tells you so? [interlude] D Em7 D G D Em D Do you believe in rock and roll G Can music save you r mortal soul and can you teach me how to danc e real slow? D Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig thos Em e rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck D But I knew I was o ut of luck the day the music died, I started singin' Gmaj7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee wa F#m7 s dry F#m7 And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and r ye Em7 Singin' this will be th e day that I die, this will be the day that I die D7 Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that G 's not how it used to be [interlude] D Gmaj7 F#m7 Em7 D7 G G Dmaj7 When the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me D Oh, and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned And while Lennin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Em An d them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye D Singin' this will be the day that I die, this N.C. will be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast It landed foul on the grass [interlude] Em D N.C. the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while D sergeants played a marching tune [interlude] D N.C. We all got up to da nce, but we never got the chance Gmaj7 'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield F#m7 Do you recall what was revealed t he day the music died, we started singin' Em7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry D7 And them g ood old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye G Singin' this will be the day tha t I die, this will be the day that I die D And there we were all in one place a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend 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's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite Em I saw Satan laughing with delight t he day the music died, he was singin' N.C. D Bye, bye Miss American Pie [interlude] N.C. D D D rove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was d ry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye G D Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die [interlude] G D Em I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away D 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 And 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 the last train for the coast the day the music died, And they were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie N.C. C Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye N.C. Singin' this will be the day that I die [outro] N.C. C N.C.