[00:00.00] 作词 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
[00:00.58] 作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
[00:01.16]Michael Bolton - A Whiter Shade of Pale
[00:02.80]
[00:04.30]We skipped the light fandango
[00:10.26]Turned cartwheels \'cross the floor
[00:16.57]I was feeling kind of seasick
[00:23.04]The crowd called out for more
[00:29.88]And the room was hummin\' harder
[00:35.57]As the ceiling flew away
[00:43.34]And when we called out for another drink
[00:50.58]But the waiter brought a tray
[00:54.22]
[00:54.62]And so it was later
[01:03.88]As the miller told his tale
[01:10.30]That her face at first just ghostly
[01:15.15]Turned a whiter shade of pale.
[01:24.25]
[01:49.82]You said: \"There is no reason,
[01:56.05]And the truth is plain to see.\"
[02:02.63]But I wander through my playin\' cards
[02:07.19]Would not let him be
[02:14.79]One of the sixteen vestal virgins
[02:21.80]Who were leaving for the coast
[02:28.68]And although my eyes were open
[02:35.12]They might just as well been closed
[02:38.58]
[02:39.08]And so it was later
[02:47.92]As the miller told his tale
[02:54.40]That her face at first just ghostly
[02:59.18]Turned a whiter shade of pale.
[03:14.65]
[03:57.08]And so it was later
[04:05.63]As the miller told his tale
[04:10.24]That her face at first just ghostly
[04:16.57]Turned a whiter shade of pale.
[04:24.06]A whiter shade of pale
[04:29.71]Turned a whiter shade of pale

作词 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
Michael Bolton - A Whiter Shade of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels \'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
And the room was hummin\' harder
As the ceiling flew away
And when we called out for another drink
But the waiter brought a tray
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
You said: \"There is no reason,
And the truth is plain to see.\"
But I wander through my playin\' cards
Would not let him be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
A whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale