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 many memories of earlier
experiences. For my mother, who still has more of shoes
than any queen I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my mother's
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 gowns for days
My mother's clothes, my clothes
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 all the old things she'd dispatch
And soon have a wardrobe 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 from a fairy
Or Florence
Curing all disease in our mother's
We be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
Swinging through the trees in our mother's
We could be a beauty (There she is)
Or Magdalene
we'd forsake in our mother's clothes
(I don't how to love him!)
We could be Petula (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the stake in our mother's
Until we learned it's not
For a boy to dress way
Not to fantasize
We desensitized
To all our dreams
And the possibilities
Of roles that we can
Now some of us dress up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just to watch and some look down their nose
But we've all got an image that we want to
And drag is each of us does every single day