Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Chairs

You walk in circles,
I walk in squares.
Another of musical chairs.
And no one really cares about the way we walk.
The stores are out of stock,
and all we is bloody rock and roll.
And this is not the way to go.
I saw it in the mirror,
the ghost of Mao.
He had money symbols on his brow.
And he will the children how to wear their cowboy boots,
bowler and prison suits,
and watch while Armstrong shoots the moon.
But he's never gonna get by balloon.
I you weren't allowed here,
I thought they crossed name.
And that be your only claim to fame.
Well, it's a big fat shame,
the way you lost touch.
The weighed a bit too much.
And all this feels like such a waste.
And now you've the boundaries of good taste.
only option now's to be replaced.