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 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
is about as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't look at me
So for brains and judgement, I'd give her a three.

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

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

She you comin' on to me with that phony numbers jive
style makes me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I that suit of (yores)
last 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 three and a
Now, as for your build, I (yore) less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

That wine you're might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I 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 struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens, but to me a and a half
And really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell as she started to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

Yeah! No how good they look at first
flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of ten to one,
ain't no ten.