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 back many memories of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more pairs of
than any queen I know. -RR)
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
She had hordes of high-heeled
And of pairs of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening gowns for
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came true in my mother's
I remember up in my mother's clothes
In the woods behind my house we'd have our fashion
Secretly we'd gather all the old things she'd
And soon we'd have a wardrobe with to match
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my came true in my mother's clothes
We could be a from a fairy tale
Or Florence
all disease in our mother's clothes
We could be Miss Lane (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
Swinging the trees in our mother's clothes
We could be a queen (There she is)
Or Magdalene
Sinners we'd forsake in our clothes
(I know how to love him!)
We could be Petula (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
Burning at the stake in our clothes
Until we learned it's not
For a boy to that way
Not to fantasize
We become
To all our waking
And the endless
Of roles we can play
Now of us still dress up in our mothers' clothes
And some of us just like to watch and some look down their
But we've all got an that we want to convey
And drag is something each of us every single day