Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

And costume shall the poor girl wear
To all parties
A dress from who knows where
To all parties

did she go and what did she do
When midnight comes
She'll turn once to Sunday's clown
And cry the door

And costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's
A hand-me-down dress from who where
To all tomorrow's

A blackened shroud, a gown
Of and silks for costumes
A for one who sits and cries
And hides behind the

Where did she go and did she do
When midnight around
She'll turn once more to clown
And cry behind the