Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's 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 even look 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! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She up and down my perfect frame
And said these words burned into my perfect brain.

She said, well, another one of those men
Kind who grade all women on of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I you.

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

That be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) than five
Except, for pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.

That you're 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 it a six, you could use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really me laugh
It may be a ten to country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, soon as she started to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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