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

(This came out of my first public drag experience at the age
of 25, which brought back many memories of earlier
experiences. For my mother, who has more pairs of shoes
any drag queen I know. -RR)
I remember dressing up in my clothes
She had hordes of high-heeled
And plenty of pairs of
She had wigs to make me a thousand different ways
And blouses made of silk and lace and gowns for days
My clothes, my mother's clothes
All my dreams came in my mother's clothes
I remember dressing up in my 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 have a wardrobe with to match
My mother's clothes, my mother's
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 Lois (Oh, Superman)
Or even Tarzan's
Swinging through the in our mother's clothes
We be a beauty queen (There she is)
Or Mary
Sinners we'd forsake in our mother's
(I don't know how to him!)
We be Petula Clark (Downtown)
Or even of Arc
at the stake in our mother's clothes
Until we learned it's not
For a boy to that way
Not allowed to
We desensitized
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 down their nose
But we've all got an image that we to convey
And drag is each of us does every single day