Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Chairs

You walk in circles,
I around in squares.
Another of musical chairs.
And maybe no one really cares 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 three symbols on his brow.
And he will show the how to wear their cowboy boots,
hats and prison suits,
and watch Neil Armstrong shoots the moon.
But he's never get there by balloon.
I thought you weren't here,
I thought crossed your name.
And that would be your claim to fame.
Well, a big fat crying shame,
the way you your touch.
The soapbox a bit too much.
And all talking feels like such a waste.
And now you've crossed the of good taste.
only option now's to be replaced.