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 earlier
experiences. For my mother, who still has pairs of shoes
than any 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 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 dreams true in my mother's clothes
I remember dressing up in my mother's
In the woods behind my house we'd our fashion shows
Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd
And soon we'd a wardrobe with accessories to match
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my mother's
We could be a princess a fairy tale
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our mother's
We be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Jane
Swinging through the trees in our mother's
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Mary
Sinners forsake in our mother's clothes
(I don't how to love him!)
We be Petula Clark (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
Burning at the in our mother's clothes
Until we learned not okay
For a boy to that way
Not allowed to
We become
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 like to watch and some look down their nose
But all got an image that we want to convey
And drag is something each of us does every day