Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

And costume shall the poor girl wear
To all parties
A hand-me-down dress who knows where
To all parties
And will she go and what shall she do
midnight comes around
She'll turn more to sunday's clown
And cry behind the

And what costume shall the girl wear
To all tomorrow's
Why silks and of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's
And what will she do thursday's rags when monday comes around
She'll turn more to sunday's clown
And cry the door

And what costume shall the poor girl
To all parties
For child is sunday's clown
For whom will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down
Of rags and silks, a
Fit for one who sits and
For all parties