Luyện nghe bài hát High Heel Shoes

Christine
"High Shoes"
I'm getting way up here;
I haven't this high in years.
Oh, whatever me to
eighty dollars on these high heel shoes.
"Looks like a pump, feels a sneaker"?
Do they think we're But I bought 'em.
Now I'm standing in a car.
I ride because I cannot far.
I couldn't find an empty cab on the
They were filled with high-heeled women with feet.
Twenty-six ago I dreamed of wearing shoes like these.
Oh, the warped mind of the preteen her strange priorities.
But is a nightmare
Of ankles, hands waving in the air.
But the looks my are getting from that man across the aisle
Almost the pain and misery and doctor bills worthwhile.
If by chance you to meet
This wobbly woman walking your street,
The of high heels on concrete
Is not the thrill of victory; the agony of defeat.
Oh, take pity on my
question my sanity.
Why I wear these uncomfortable Heaven knows,
Which make me wonder these pierced earrings, and my pantyhose,
My top.
Ooh, I can see you don't want me to 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 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 from here
In heels,
heels.