Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

Now on my scale there no ten's, you know
is about 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 like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if your on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said these words that into my perfect brain.

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

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

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

That wine you're might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I it a two
It's to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use dental 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 no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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