Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's on a glass of wine
When in a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet eyes and her legs were 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
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 sweet thing, you look a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said these words 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 that phony numbers jive
Your makes me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I that suit of (yores)
It's year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

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

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me
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
Since 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, hell soon as she started to talk I
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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