Luyện nghe bài hát Merry Go Round

by Peter Tork & Diane
A lone carnival
Sings tunes of choice,
And on a lot,
Some one forgot,
all alone,
on its own.
Weary, go round,
Grows slowly the ground,
And circus acts,
Sorrow their backs,
And their sadness
their staring eyes.
Still small children
And your harm of play,
Spirits all
To the ghosts away.
Useless go round,
Tomorrow they'll you down,
To the parking lot
If it or not,
It was a toy,
All it was joy.