Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

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

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

She said, well, another one of macho-matician men
Kind who 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 I give you.

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

That be your car parked out on the curb
That homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I (yore) less than five
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 flashin' smile is worth
I it a six, you could use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there really ain't to add once 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', Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to talk I
She didn't have no class, I barely her a two.

Yeah! No matter how good they at first
There's flaws in all of
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
ain't no ten.