Luyện nghe bài hát All Tomorrows Parties

And what shall the poor girl wear
To all parties?
A dress from who knows where
To all tomorrows

And where will she go and shall she do
When midnight around?
She'll turn once to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the

And what costume shall the poor wear
To all tomorrows'
Why silks and linens of yesterday's
To all parties?

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

And costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows'
For child is Sunday's clown
For no will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a gown
Of rags and silks, a
Fits for one who and cries
For all tomorrow's