Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and
On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.

Now on my there ain't 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 good judgement, I'd 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 frame
And said these words that burned into my 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 see, just how much I give you.

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

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

That wine you're might 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 use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these hens, but to me a three and a half
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's
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, hell 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.