Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

Now on my scale ain't no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick 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 sweet thing, you like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight."
She looked up and 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 give me an eight, well, a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I you.

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

That be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for build, I guess (yore) less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd 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
hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use dental work.

But, It's your 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 once the done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

She walked out, while up and the line
The whole bar was laughin', Bare, what happened to your nine
says I, hell soon 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
There's in all of them
why on a scale of ten to one, friend
There no ten.