Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass 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 about as far as any can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even 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 head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect
And said these words that into my perfect brain.

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

She said you on to me with that phony numbers jive
Your makes me smile, I give 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 (yore) less than 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 to fine champagne, I give it a two
It's hard to tell what 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 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, while up and down the
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to 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 good they look at
flaws in all of them
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
ain't no ten.