Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade of Pale

(brooker/reid)

We the light fandango
cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling of seasick
The crowd called out for
The room was harder
As the ceiling away
When we called another drink
But the waiter a tray

so it was later
As the told his tale
her face at first just ghostly
Turned a shade of pale

You said is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I through my playing cards
And not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen
Who are for the coast
And my eyes were open
They might just as well closed

(*repeat)

A whiter of pale
Turned a whiter of pale
A shade of pale