张国荣 A long long tIme ago@H_16_0@ I can stIll remember how that mUsIc Used to make me Smile@H_16_0@ And I knew If I had mY chance@H_16_0@ That I coUld make those people Dance@H_16_0@ And maYbe theY'd be Happy for a whIle.@H_16_0@ BUt FebrUarY made me shIver@H_16_0@ WIth everY paper I'd delIver@H_16_0@ Bad news on the doorstep@H_16_0@ I coUldn't take one more step@H_16_0@ I can't remember If I crIed@H_16_0@ When I read aboUt hIs wIdowed brIde@H_16_0@ BUt somethIng toUched me deep Inside@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ So BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ DId YoU wrIte the Book of Love@H_16_0@ And do YoU have faIth In God above@H_16_0@ If the BIble tells YoU so@H_16_0@ Do YoU belIeve In rock 'n Roll@H_16_0@ Can mUsIc save YoUr mortal soUl@H_16_0@ And can YoU teach me how to Dance real sLow@H_16_0@ Well, I know that YoU're In love wIth hIm@H_16_0@ 'CaUse I saw YoU dancIn' In the gYm@H_16_0@ YoU both kIcked off YoUr shoes@H_16_0@ Man, I dIg those rhYthm and blUes@H_16_0@ I was a lonelY teenage broncIn' bUck@H_16_0@ WIth a pInk carnatIon and a pIckUp trUck@H_16_0@ BUt I knew I was oUt of lUck@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ I started sIngIn'@H_16_0@ BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ Now for ten Years we've been on oUr own@H_16_0@ And moss grows fat on a RollIn' stone@H_16_0@ BUt that's not how It Used to be@H_16_0@ When the jester sang for the KIng and QUeen@H_16_0@ In a coat he borrowed from James Dean@H_16_0@ And a voIce that came from YoU and me@H_16_0@ Oh, and whIle the KIng was lookIng down@H_16_0@ The jester stole hIs thornY crown@H_16_0@ The coUrtroom was adjoUrned@H_16_0@ No verdIct was retUrned@H_16_0@ And whIle Lennon read a book of MarX@H_16_0@ The qUartet practIced In the park@H_16_0@ And we sang dIrges In the dark@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ We were sIngIng@H_16_0@ BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ Helter Skelter In a Summer swelter@H_16_0@ The BYrds flew off wIth a FalloUt shelter@H_16_0@ EIght mIles hIgh and FallIng fast@H_16_0@ It landed foUl oUt on the grass@H_16_0@ The Players trIed for a forward pass@H_16_0@ WIth the jester on the sIdelInes In a cast@H_16_0@ Now the half-tIme aIr was sweet perfUme@H_16_0@ WhIle the Sergeants Played a marchIng tUne@H_16_0@ We all got Up to Dance@H_16_0@ Oh, bUt we never got the chance@H_16_0@ 'CaUse the Players trIed to take the fIeld@H_16_0@ The marchIng band refUsed to YIeld@H_16_0@ Do YoU Recall what was revealed@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ We started sIngIng@H_16_0@ BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ Oh, and there we were all In one place@H_16_0@ A generatIon Lost In Space@H_16_0@ WIth no tIme left to start agaIn@H_16_0@ So come on, Jack be nImble, Jack be qUIck@H_16_0@ Jack Flash sat on a candlestIck@H_16_0@ 'CaUse fIre Is the DevIl's Only frIend@H_16_0@ Oh, and as I watched hIm on the stage@H_16_0@ MY hands were clenched In fIsts of rage@H_16_0@ No angel born In hell@H_16_0@ CoUld break that Satan's spell@H_16_0@ And as the Flames clImbed hIgh Into the nIght@H_16_0@ To Light the sacrIfIcal rIte@H_16_0@ I saw Satan laUghIng wIth deLight@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ He was sIngIng@H_16_0@ BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ I met a gIrl who sang the blUes@H_16_0@ And I asked her for some Happy news@H_16_0@ BUt she jUst Smiled and tUrned awaY@H_16_0@ I went down to the sacred store@H_16_0@ Where I'd heard the mUsIc Years before@H_16_0@ BUt the man there saId the mUsIc woUldn't Play@H_16_0@ And In the streets the chIldren screamed@H_16_0@ The lovers crIed, and the poets dreamed@H_16_0@ BUt not a word was spoken@H_16_0@ The chUrch bells all were broken@H_16_0@ And the three men I admIre most@H_16_0@ The Father, Son and the HolY Ghost@H_16_0@ TheY caUght the last traIn for the coast@H_16_0@ The daY the mUsIc dIed@H_16_0@ And theY were sIngIng@H_16_0@ BYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ And them good old boYs were drInkIn' whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ ThIs'll be the daY that I dIe@H_16_0@ TheY were sIngIng bYe-bYe, MIss AmerIcan PIe@H_16_0@ Drove mY chevY to the levee@H_16_0@ BUt the levee was drY@H_16_0@ Them good old boYs were drInkIng whIskeY and rYe@H_16_0@ SIngIn' thIs'll be the daY that I dIe