Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Chairs

You around in circles,
I walk in squares.
Another of musical chairs.
And maybe no one really cares the way we walk.
The record are out of stock,
and all we want is rock and roll.
And clearly is not the way to go.
I saw it in the mirror,
the of Chairman 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 Neil Armstrong the moon.
But he's never get there by balloon.
I you weren't allowed here,
I thought they crossed name.
And that would be your only to fame.
Well, it's a big fat shame,
the way you lost touch.
The soapbox a bit too much.
And all this feels like such a waste.
And now you've crossed the boundaries of taste.
Your only option to be replaced.