Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade of Pale

We the light fandango
cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of
But the called out for more

The was humming harder
And the ceiling flew
We out for another drink
The waiter brought the

And so it was that
As the told his tale
That her face, at first just
Turned a whiter shade of

She there is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing
And not let her be

One of vestal virgins
Who were for the coast
And although my were open
They might just as been closed

And so it was later
As the miller his tale
That her face, at just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of
a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that
As the miller told his
That her face, at first just
a whiter shade of pale