Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl
To all tomorrow's
A dress from who knows where
To all parties
When midnight comes
She'll turn once more to Sunday's
And where will she go and what she be

And what costume shall the poor girl
And cry the door
To all tomorrow's
To all tomorrow's
Why and linens of yesterday's gowns

When comes around
And what will she do with rags
And cry behind the
She'll turn once to Sunday's clown
And what costume shall the girl wear
For child is Sunday's clown

To all parties
For none will go mourning
A shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a
It's for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's
This song was originally by the Velvet Underground