Luyện nghe bài hát Baddest Boots

I saw her turn her in a drop-dead gaze
She was out over 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 these hundred
And twenty-five dollar pair o' handmade fine
kicks with a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar sidewalk

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

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

And these hundred
And twenty-five dollar pair o' genuine fine
kicks with a seven-row stitch
And a three dollar shine

Yeah, they're made to fit and they're to find
Make a pretty woman look down 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 stand 'em
I pull 'em on I start singin' a song
Make me wanna tuck my britches' legs 'em
Let's take a stroll, lookey

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

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