Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs 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
is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd her a three.

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

She said, well, another one of macho-matician men
who grade all women on scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, a generous thing to do
Now, just see, just how much I give you.

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

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

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

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

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

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