Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who 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 about as far as any can go
So I her a smile, but she didn't even 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! eighteen, if your head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect
And said these words that burned my perfect brain.

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

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

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

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

She out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, soon as she started to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave 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,
ain't no ten.