Luyện nghe bài hát Musical Chairs

You walk in circles,
I around in squares.
Another round of chairs.
And maybe no one really about the way we walk.
The stores are out of stock,
and all we want is 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 the children how to wear their cowboy boots,
hats and prison suits,
and watch while Armstrong shoots the moon.
But never gonna get there by balloon.
I thought you weren't here,
I thought they crossed name.
And would be your only claim to fame.
Well, it's a big fat shame,
the way you your touch.
The soapbox a bit too much.
And all talking feels like such a waste.
And now crossed the boundaries of good taste.
Your option now's to be replaced.