Luyện nghe bài hát My Mother's Clothes (the Drag Rag)

(This song came out of my public drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many memories of private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
She had of high-heeled shoes
And plenty of of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for
My mother's clothes, my clothes
All my dreams came in my mother's clothes
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
In the woods behind my house we'd our fashion shows
Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd
And we'd have a wardrobe with accessories to match
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came true in my mother's
We could be a princess from a fairy
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our mother's
We be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
Swinging through the in our mother's clothes
We could be a queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's
(I don't know how to him!)
We could be Clark (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the stake in our mother's
Until we learned not okay
For a boy to dress way
Not allowed to
We become
To all our waking
And the possibilities
Of roles we can play
Now some of us still up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just like to watch and some look down nose
But all got an image that we want to convey
And is something each of us does every single day