Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl
To all parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows
To all tomorrow's

Where did she go and did she do
midnight comes around
She'll turn once to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the

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

A blackened shroud, a gown
Of rags and for costumes
A chill for one who sits and
And behind the door

Where did she go and did she do
When comes around
She'll once more to Sunday's clown
And cry the door