Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

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

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

Yeah, they're made to fit and they're hard to
a pretty woman look 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' through town, singin' at the
He said, "They cost a little but for what it's worth
ain't another pair like 'em on God's green earth"
Then I him my money and he sized me up

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

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

They make a man walking through a crowd
Whoa, nothin' else can stand 'em
I pull 'em on I start singin' a song
Make me tuck my britches' legs inside 'em
take a stroll, lookey here

And my hundred
And twenty-five dollar pair o' genuine fine
Horned-back kicks with a stitch
And a three dollar shine

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