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 memories of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who has more 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 make me a thousand different ways
And made of silk and lace and evening gowns for days
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my mother's
I remember dressing up in my clothes
In the behind my house we'd have 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 clothes
All my dreams came true in my mother's
We could be a princess from a fairy
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our clothes
We could be Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Tarzan's
Swinging through the trees in our clothes
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Mary
Sinners we'd forsake in our clothes
(I know how to love him!)
We could be Petula (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the stake in our mother's
we learned it's not okay
For a boy to dress way
Not allowed to
We desensitized
To all our dreams
And the possibilities
Of that we can play
Now of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just like to and some look down their nose
But we've all got an image that we want to
And drag is something each of us every single day