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

(This song out of my first public drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many memories of private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of
than any queen I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my mother's
She had hordes of shoes
And of pairs of pantyhose
She had to make me look a thousand different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my came true 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 gather all the old things she'd dispatch
And we'd have a wardrobe with accessories to match
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came in my mother's clothes
We could be a princess from a fairy
Or Nightingale
all disease in our mother's clothes
We be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Tarzan's
Swinging the trees in our mother's clothes
We could be a queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd in our mother's clothes
(I know how to love him!)
We be Petula Clark (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the in our mother's clothes
Until we learned it's not
For a boy to dress way
Not allowed to
We desensitized
To all our dreams
And the endless
Of that we can play
Now some of us still dress up in our clothes
And some of us just like to watch and some look down their
But we've all got an that we want to convey
And drag is something of us does every single day