Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade Of Pale

We skipped the light
cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of
But the crowd called out for
The room was harder
As the ceiling away
When we called out for another
The waiter brought a

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

She there is no reason
And the is plain to see
But I through my playing cards
And I not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal
Who were leaving for the
And although my eyes were
They might just as been closed

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