Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

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

And where she go and what shall she do
midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's
And cry behind the

And what shall the poor girl wear
To all parties
Why silks and of yesterday's gowns
To all parties

And what she do with Thursday's rags
Monday comes around
She'll turn more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the

And what costume the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's
For Thursday's child is Sunday's
For whom none go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down
Of rags and silks, a
Fit for one who sits and
For all tomorrow's