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

(This song came out of my first public experience at the age
of 25, which brought back memories of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I remember up in my mother's clothes
She had hordes of high-heeled
And of pairs of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a thousand ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my clothes
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
In the woods behind my house we'd have our shows
we'd gather all the old things she'd dispatch
And soon we'd a wardrobe with accessories to match
My mother's clothes, my clothes
All my came true in my mother's clothes
We could be a princess from a fairy
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our clothes
We could be Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Jane
through the trees in our mother's clothes
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Mary
Sinners we'd in our mother's clothes
(I don't how to love him!)
We could be Petula (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
at the stake in our mother's clothes
Until we learned not okay
For a boy to dress way
Not to fantasize
We become
To all our dreams
And the endless
Of roles that we can
Now of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just like to watch and some look their nose
But we've all got an that we want to convey
And drag is something of us does every single day