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

(This song came out of my first public drag at the age
of 25, which brought back many of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more of shoes
than any drag I know. -RR)
I remember up in my mother's clothes
She had of high-heeled shoes
And of pairs of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and gowns for days
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my clothes
I remember dressing up in my clothes
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 have a with accessories to match
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my came true in my mother's clothes
We could be a princess a fairy tale
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our clothes
We could be Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
Swinging through the trees in our clothes
We could be a queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd forsake in our clothes
(I don't know how to him!)
We be Petula Clark (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
Burning at the stake in our clothes
Until we learned it's not
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 down their nose
But we've all got an image that we to convey
And drag is something of us does every single day