Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

Now on my scale ain't no ten's, you know
is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me
So for brains and 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 head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect
And said these words that into my perfect brain.

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

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

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

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

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

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