Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her 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
Nine is as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd her a three.

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

She said, well, another one of macho-matician men
Kind who 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 with that phony jive
Your style makes me smile, I it a five
you walked up I noticed that 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 convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less five
Except, for pot belly, I'd give 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 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 ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine 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
There's flaws in all of
That's why on a scale of ten to one,
There no ten.