Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass of wine
in walked a chick 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 ain't no ten's, you
Nine is about as far as any 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 look a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and my perfect frame
And said these words that into my perfect brain.

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

She said you on to me with that phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I it a five
When you up I noticed that suit of (yores)
It's last double-knit frayed-cuffs, give 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 pot belly, I'd give 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
hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you use some dental work.

But, your struttin' rooster act that really makes 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 the subtractin's done
Since there no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She out, while up and down the line
The bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to talk I
She didn't 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 of ten to one, friend
ain't no ten.