Luyện nghe bài hát High Heel Shoes

Christine
"High Shoes"
I'm getting dizzy way up
I haven't been high in years.
Oh, whatever me to
Blow dollars on these high heel shoes.
"Looks a pump, feels like a sneaker"?
Do think we're idiots? But I bought 'em.
Now I'm standing in a car.
I ride I cannot walk far.
I find an empty cab on the street;
They were filled with high-heeled women non-functioning feet.
Twenty-six years ago I dreamed of shoes like these.
Oh, the warped mind of the preteen with her priorities.
But this is a
Of unsteady ankles, hands in the air.
But the looks my legs are from that man across the aisle
Almost make the pain and misery and bills worthwhile.
If by chance you happen to
This wobbly walking down your street,
The click of high on concrete
Is not the of victory; it's the agony of defeat.
Oh, pity on my vanity;
Maybe my sanity.
Why I wear uncomfortable things? Heaven knows,
Which make me wonder about these 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 personal friend Abdul
Who, like me, was a back in high school.
Oh, I'm sorry, but that's not what song is about.
At least it when it started out.
I pray this 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.