Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade of Pale

We the light fandango
cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda
but the crowd out for more
The was humming harder
as the ceiling flew
When we called out for drink
the waiter brought a

And so it was that
as the miller his tale
her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter of pale
She said, 'There is no
and the truth is to see.'
But I wandered my playing cards
and not let her be
one of sixteen virgins
who were for the coast
and although my eyes were
they might have just as well've been

And so it was that
as the miller his tale
that her face, at first ghostly,
a whiter shade of pale

And so it was later