Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl
To all parties
A dress from who knows where
To all parties

And where will she go and what she do
When comes around
She'll turn once more to gown
And cry behind the

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

And shall she do with Thursday's rags
When comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's
And cry the door

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

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