Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

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

It's these twenty-two
And dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine
Horned-back with a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar shine

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

They were made by a little man in El Paso
I was passin' town, singin' at the rodeo
He said, "They cost a little more but for what it's
There ain't another like 'em on God's green earth"
Then I handed him my money and he me up

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

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

They make a man walking through a crowd
Whoa, nothin' else can beside 'em
When I 'em on I start singin' a song
Make me wanna my britches' legs inside 'em
Let's take a stroll, here

And my hundred
And twenty-five dollar pair o' genuine fine
Horned-back kicks a seven-row stitch
And a dollar sidewalk shine

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