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

(This song came out of my public drag experience at the age
of 25, brought back many memories of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who has more pairs of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
She had of high-heeled shoes
And plenty of of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a thousand ways
And blouses made of silk and and evening gowns for days
My mother's clothes, my clothes
All my came true in my mother's clothes
I remember dressing up in my mother's
In the woods behind my we'd have our fashion shows
Secretly we'd gather all the old things dispatch
And soon have a wardrobe with accessories to match
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came true in my mother's
We could be a from a fairy tale
Or Florence
Curing all disease in our clothes
We could be Miss Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or even Jane
Swinging the trees in our mother's clothes
We could be a beauty (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's
(I know how to love him!)
We could be Clark (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
at the stake in our mother's clothes
Until we it's not okay
For a boy to that way
Not to fantasize
We become
To all our waking
And the endless
Of roles that we can
Now some of us dress up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us like to watch and some look down their nose
But all got an image that we want to convey
And drag is each of us does every single day