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

(This song out of my first public drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of
than any queen I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my mother's
She had hordes of high-heeled
And plenty of pairs of
She had wigs to make me look a different ways
And blouses made of and lace and evening gowns for days
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my clothes
I remember up in my mother's clothes
In the woods behind my house we'd have our shows
we'd 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 came true in my mother's clothes
We could be a princess a fairy tale
Or Nightingale
Curing all disease in our clothes
We be Miss Lois Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
through the trees in our mother's clothes
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd forsake in our clothes
(I know how to love him!)
We could be Clark (Downtown)
Or Joan of Arc
Burning at the stake in our clothes
we learned it's not okay
For a boy to that way
Not to fantasize
We become
To all our dreams
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 look their nose
But we've all got an image that we to convey
And drag is something each of us does single day