Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

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

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

She said you comin' on to me with phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I it a five
When you walked up I noticed suit of (yores)
It's last year's frayed-cuffs, give 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) less five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

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

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

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

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