Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade of Pale

(brooker/reid)

We skipped the fandango
Turned cartwheels the floor
I was feeling kind of
The crowd called out for
The room was humming
As the ceiling away
When we called outfor another
But the brought a tray

*and so it was
As the miller told his
her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter of pale

You there is no reason
And the truth is to see
But I through my playing cards
And not let it be
I'm one of the virgins
Who are leaving for the
And although my eyes open
They might just as well been

(*repeat)

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