Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs long and fine
On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.

Now on my scale there no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me
So for and good judgement, I'd give her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if your on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said words that burned into my perfect brain.

She said, well, one of those macho-matician men
Kind who grade all women on of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I you.

She said you comin' on to me with phony numbers jive
Your style me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I noticed that of (yores)
It's last year's frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That be your car parked out on the curb
sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less than
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

That wine pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm to fine champagne, I give it a two
It's hard to tell what your smile is worth
I give it a six, you use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens, but to me a three and a
And there really ain't much to add the subtractin's done
Since ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your
says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I barely her a two.

Yeah! No matter how good they look at
flaws in all of them
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
There no ten.