Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

I saw her turn her head in a gaze
She was peekin' out over the top of those shades
Now it wasn't my and it wasn't my grin
That had little secretary, dialed right in
She wasn't lookin' at me, man, she was lookin' at my

these twenty-two hundred
And twenty-five dollar o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks with a stitch
And a three dollar shine

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

They made by a little man down in El Paso
I was passin' through town, at the rodeo
He said, "They cost a more but for what it's worth
There ain't another pair like 'em on green earth"
Then I handed him my and he sized me up

And twenty-two hundred
And dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk

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

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

And my twenty-two
And twenty-five dollar o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back kicks a seven-row stitch
And a three sidewalk shine

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