Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a of wine
in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet eyes and her legs 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
is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me
So for and good 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 my perfect frame
And said words that burned into my perfect brain.

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

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

must be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a 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 your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use some work.

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

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

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