Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the fandango
Turned cartwheels the floor
I was feeling seasick
But the crowd out for more
The was humming harder
As the ceiling flew
we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a

And so it was later
As the miller his tale
her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter of pale
She said, is no reason
And the is plain to see.'
But I through my playing cards
And not let her be
One of sixteen vestal
Who leaving for the coast
And although my were open
They might have as well've been closed

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

And so it was later