Song | A Whiter Shade Of Pale |
Artist | Procol Harum |
Album | A Whiter Shade of Pale |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : BROOKER, GARY/REID, KEITH |
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[00:27.440] | We skipped the light Fandango |
[00:34.100] | And turned cartwheels across the floor |
[00:39.900] | I was feeling kind of seasick |
[00:46.290] | But the crowd called out for more |
[00:53.300] | The room was humming harder |
[00:59.540] | As the ceiling flew away |
[01:07.070] | When we called out for another drink |
[01:13.810] | The waiter brought a tray |
[01:16.050] | And so it was that later |
[01:20.950] | As the miller told his tale |
[01:29.310] | That her face at first just ghostly |
[01:35.410] | Turned a whiter shade of pale |
[02:12.130] | She said "There is no reason... |
[02:16.950] | And the truth is plain to see" |
[02:22.390] | But I wandered through my playing cards |
[02:29.760] | And would not let her be |
[02:36.860] | One of sixteen vestal virgins |
[02:44.250] | Who were leaving for the coast |
[02:49.420] | And although my eyes were open |
[02:57.190] | They might just as well have been closed |
[03:01.600] | And so it was that later |
[03:10.820] | As the miller told his tale |
[03:17.330] | That her face at first just ghostly |
[03:22.540] | Turned a whiter shade of pale |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : BROOKER, GARY REID, KEITH |
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[00:27.440] | We skipped the light Fandango |
[00:34.100] | And turned cartwheels across the floor |
[00:39.900] | I was feeling kind of seasick |
[00:46.290] | But the crowd called out for more |
[00:53.300] | The room was humming harder |
[00:59.540] | As the ceiling flew away |
[01:07.070] | When we called out for another drink |
[01:13.810] | The waiter brought a tray |
[01:16.050] | And so it was that later |
[01:20.950] | As the miller told his tale |
[01:29.310] | That her face at first just ghostly |
[01:35.410] | Turned a whiter shade of pale |
[02:12.130] | She said " There is no reason... |
[02:16.950] | And the truth is plain to see" |
[02:22.390] | But I wandered through my playing cards |
[02:29.760] | And would not let her be |
[02:36.860] | One of sixteen vestal virgins |
[02:44.250] | Who were leaving for the coast |
[02:49.420] | And although my eyes were open |
[02:57.190] | They might just as well have been closed |
[03:01.600] | And so it was that later |
[03:10.820] | As the miller told his tale |
[03:17.330] | That her face at first just ghostly |
[03:22.540] | Turned a whiter shade of pale |