尼古拉

尼古拉 - MC 張天賦 [intro] N.C. B Abm E B That I could make those people dance and maybe C#m7 they'd be happy for a while F#sus4(b7) But February made me shiver, with eve ry paper I'd deliver B Em Bad news on the doorstep, I coul dn't take one more step B I can't remember if I cried when I read about G his widowed bride B Something touched me deep inside Ebm The day the music died Abm7 So bye, bye Miss American Pie F# E Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee w as dry B And them good old bo ys were drinkin' whiskey and rye C#m7 F# Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die Eb Abm Did you write the book of love E And do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so? F# Do you believe in rock and roll B Can music save your mortal soul and can you te ach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz Ebm7 I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig thos Abm7 e rhythm and blues [interlude] F# B Ebm7 Abm7 B I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck with a p ink carnation and a pickup truck E But I knew I was out of luck the day the music B died, I started singin' B C#m7 F# Bye, bye Miss American Pie Ebm7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee wa Abm7 s dry Abm7 Emaj(9) And them good old boys were drinkin ' whiskey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die, this F# will be the day that I die B Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that F# 's not how it used to be Abm7 When the jester sang for the king and queen E in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voi B ce that came from you and me C#m7 Oh, and while the king was looking down, the j F#sus4 ester stole his thorny crown B The courtroom was adjourne d, no verdict was returned And while Lennin read a book on Marx, the quar Abm7 tet practiced in the park F#m7 B And we sang dirges in the dark the day the mus E ic died, we were singin' B C#m7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie C#m7 F#sus4(b7) Drove my Chevy to the levee but th e levee was dry B Em And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye B Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day th at I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Ebm7 eight miles high and fallin' fast Abm7 It landed foul on the grass F# the players tried for a forward pass, with the B E jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while Bmaj7 sergeants played a marching tune C#m7 F# We all got up to dance, but we n ever got the chance Ebm7 'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the Abm7 marching band refused to yield E Do you recall what was rev ealed the day the music died, we started sing in' F# Bye, bye Miss American Pie B Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Abm7 And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die, this E will be the day that I die B And there we were all in one place C#m7 F# a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again B So come on Jack be n imble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a cand lestick Abm 'cause fire is the devil's only friend F# B E And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage B C#m7 No angel born in Hell could break that Sa tan's spell F#sus4(b7) And as the flames climbed high into the night B to light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin' E F# Bye, bye Miss American Pie Ebm Abm7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Emaj7 And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey a Em7 nd rye Em7 F#7 Singin' this will be the day that I die , this will be the day that I die B I met a girl who sang the blues B A nd I asked her for some happy news, but she ju st smiled and turned away Abm7 I went down to the sacred store F# Emaj7 Where I'd heard the music years before, but th B e man there said the music C#m7 wouldn't play F#sus4(b7) And in the streets the children screamed, the B lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken, the church bell Abm7 s all were broken B7 B And the three men I admire most, the Father, S Emaj7 on, and the Holy Ghost B They caught the last train for t he coast the day the music died, C#m7 F#sus4 And they were singin' B 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 N.C. Singin' this will be the day that I die, this B will be the day that I die They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie N.C. 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 [outro] B N.C. B N.C.