Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a of wine
When in walked a who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue and her legs were 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 her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and judgement, I'd give her a three.

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

She said, well, another one of macho-matician men
Kind who grade all women on 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 with that phony numbers
style makes 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 car parked 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 your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

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

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really 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 subtractin's
Since 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 to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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