Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

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

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

And what costume shall the poor girl
To all parties
Why silks and plumes of gowns
To all parties

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

And what costume shall the girl wear
To all tomorrow's
For Thursday's child is clown
For none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a gown
Of and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and
For all parties