Luyện nghe bài hát High Heel Shoes

Christine
"High Shoes"
I'm dizzy way up here;
I haven't this high in years.
Oh, whatever me to
eighty dollars on these high heel shoes.
"Looks a pump, feels like a sneaker"?
Do they we're idiots? But I bought 'em.
Now I'm standing in a car.
I because I cannot walk far.
I find an empty cab on the street;
They filled with high-heeled women with non-functioning feet.
Twenty-six years ago I dreamed of wearing shoes these.
Oh, the warped of the preteen with her strange priorities.
But this is a
Of unsteady ankles, hands in the air.
But the looks my legs are getting from that man the aisle
Almost the pain and misery and doctor bills worthwhile.
If by chance you to meet
This wobbly woman walking your street,
The click of heels on concrete
Is not the thrill of victory; it's the of defeat.
Oh, pity on my vanity;
Maybe my sanity.
Why I these uncomfortable things? Heaven knows,
Which make me about these pierced earrings, and my pantyhose,
My top.
Ooh, I can see you don't me to sing about pantyhose.
You'd rather I go back to tap
Like my close friend Paula Abdul
Who, like me, was a back in high school.
Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what this is about.
At least it wasn't when it out.
I pray subway ride never ends,
So I will never have to walk again.
In heels.
a different atmosphere
In heels.
I can see your house here
In heels,
heels.