Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

I saw her her head in a drop-dead gaze
She was out over the top of those wire-rim shades
Now it wasn't my charm and it my grin
That had that secretary, dialed right in
She wasn't lookin' at me, man, she was lookin' at my

these twenty-two hundred
And dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine
kicks with a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar shine

Yeah, made to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look every time
I got the baddest boots on the
Yeah, the baddest boots on the

were made by a little man down in El Paso
I was passin' through town, at the rodeo
He said, "They cost a little more but for it's worth
There another pair like 'em on God's green earth"
Then I him my money and he sized me up

And these hundred
And twenty-five pair o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back with a seven-row stitch
And a dollar sidewalk shine

Yeah, made to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look every time
I got the baddest on the boulevard
Yeah, the baddest on the boulevard

They make a man proud through a crowd
Whoa, nothin' else can beside 'em
When I 'em on I start singin' a song
Make me wanna my britches' legs inside 'em
take a stroll, lookey here

And my hundred
And twenty-five dollar o' handmade genuine fine
kicks with a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk

Yeah, they're to fit and they're hard to find
Make a pretty woman look down every
They're the boots on the boulevard
I got the baddest boots on the
Look girl, yeah, they're bad alright