Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
When in 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 no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick 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 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, another one of macho-matician men
who grade all women on scales of one to ten
And, you me an eight, well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how I give you.

She said you comin' on to me with 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 be your car parked out on the curb
sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd that a ten for size.

That wine pourin' might 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 some work.

But, It's your 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
Since there no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, while up and the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, hell as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I gave her a two.

Yeah! No matter how good they look at
There's in all of them
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
There no ten.