Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

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

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

She said, well, another one of those men
who grade all women on scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous 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 year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

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

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

But, It's your struttin' act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these hens, but to me a three and a half
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, while up and down the
The bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I gave her a two.

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