Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me
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 no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't look at me
So for and good judgement, I'd give her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said these that burned into 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, that's a thing to do
Now, just see, just how much I give you.

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

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

That wine 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 it a six, you could use some dental work.

But, It's struttin' rooster act that 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 once the done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to nine
Nine 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 at first
There's in all of them
That's why on a scale of ten to one,
There no ten.