Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

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

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

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

They were by a little man down in El Paso
I was passin' town, singin' at the rodeo
He said, "They a little 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 these twenty-two
And twenty-five dollar pair o' handmade fine
Horned-back with a seven-row stitch
And a three 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 boots on the

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

And my twenty-two
And twenty-five dollar pair o' handmade genuine
Horned-back kicks with a seven-row
And a three dollar shine

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