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

(This song came out of my first public experience at the age
of 25, brought back many memories of earlier private
experiences. For my mother, who still has more of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I dressing up in my mother's clothes
She had hordes of shoes
And plenty of of pantyhose
She had wigs to make me look a thousand ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and evening for days
My mother's clothes, my mother's
All my dreams came true in my clothes
I remember dressing up in my mother's
In the woods behind my house we'd our fashion shows
we'd gather all the old things she'd dispatch
And soon we'd a wardrobe with accessories to match
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams true in my mother's clothes
We be a princess from a fairy tale
Or Florence
all disease in our mother's clothes
We could be Miss Lois (Oh, Superman)
Or Tarzan's Jane
Swinging the trees in our mother's clothes
We could be a queen (There she is)
Or Mary
Sinners we'd forsake in our clothes
(I don't know how to 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 dress way
Not to fantasize
We become
To all our dreams
And the possibilities
Of roles we can play
Now some of us 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 of us does every single day