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

(This came out of my first public drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier
experiences. For my mother, who still has pairs of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my mother's
She had hordes of high-heeled
And plenty of of pantyhose
She had wigs to me look a thousand different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening for days
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams true in my mother's clothes
I remember dressing up in my mother's
In the behind my house we'd have our fashion shows
Secretly we'd gather all the old things dispatch
And soon we'd have a wardrobe accessories to match
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came true in my clothes
We be a princess from a fairy tale
Or Florence
Curing all in our mother's clothes
We could be Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Tarzan's
Swinging through the trees in our 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 Petula (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the in our mother's clothes
Until we learned not okay
For a boy to dress way
Not to fantasize
We desensitized
To all our waking
And the possibilities
Of roles that we can
Now some of us still up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just to watch and some look down their nose
But we've all got an that we want to convey
And drag is something each of us does every day