Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrow's Parties

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

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

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

And what she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes
She'll turn once to Sunday's clown
And cry the door

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

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