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

(This song came out of my first drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many memories of private
experiences. For my mother, who has more pairs of shoes
than any drag I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my clothes
She had hordes of high-heeled
And plenty of pairs of
She had wigs to make me look a thousand different
And blouses made of silk and lace and gowns for days
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came in my mother's clothes
I remember dressing up in my clothes
In the behind my house we'd have our fashion shows
Secretly gather all the old things she'd dispatch
And soon we'd a wardrobe with accessories to match
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came in my mother's clothes
We could be a princess from a fairy
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our mother's
We could be Miss Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Tarzan's
Swinging through the in our mother's clothes
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners forsake in our mother's clothes
(I know how to love him!)
We could be Clark (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
Burning at the in our mother's clothes
Until we learned it's not
For a boy to that way
Not allowed to
We desensitized
To all our dreams
And the endless
Of that we can play
Now some of us still up in our mothers' clothes
And of us just like to watch and some look down their nose
But we've all got an image we want to convey
And drag is each of us does every single day