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 my charm and it wasn't my grin
That had that little secretary, dialed in
She lookin' at me, man, she was lookin' at my feet

It's twenty-two hundred
And dollar pair o' handmade genuine fine
kicks with a seven-row stitch
And a three sidewalk shine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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