Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

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

And what costume the poor girl wear
And cry behind the
To all parties
To all tomorrow's
Why silks and linens of gowns

When Monday comes
And what will she do with Thursday's
And cry behind the
She'll turn once more to Sunday's
And what costume shall the poor wear
For Thursday's child is Sunday's

To all parties
For whom will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down
Of rags and silks, a
fine for one who sits and cries

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