Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

Now on my there ain't no ten's, you know
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 up and down my perfect frame
And said these words that burned 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 said you comin' on to me with that numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a
When you walked up I noticed that of (yores)
It's last year's frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That must be your car parked out on the
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) 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 fine champagne, I it a two
It's hard to tell your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that makes me laugh
It may be a ten to country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there really much to add once the subtractin's 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, happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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