Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the
I was feeling kind of
The called out for more
The room was harder
As the ceiling away
we called out for another drink
But the waiter a tray
so it was later
As the miller told his
her face at first just ghostly
Turned a shade of pale
You there is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I wander my playing cards
And not let it be
I'm one of the virgins
Who are for the coast
And although my were open
They might as well been closed
(*Repeat)
A shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of
A whiter of pale