Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs long and fine
On a of one to ten, I'd give 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 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 up and down my perfect frame
And said words that burned into my perfect brain.

She said, well, one of those macho-matician men
Kind who grade all women on of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous to do
Now, just 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 that of (yores)
last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That be your car parked out on the curb
That homemade convertible, a three and a third
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 pourin' might be 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, your struttin' rooster act that 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 done
there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, while up and the line
The bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't 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,
There no ten.