Luyện nghe bài hát A Whiter Shade of Pale

We the light fandango
turned cartwheels the floor
I was feeling kinda
but the crowd called out for
The room was harder
as the ceiling away
When we out for another drink
the waiter a tray

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

And so it was that
as the told his tale
that her face, at just ghostly,
turned a shade of pale

And so it was that