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 blue eyes and her legs were 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 even at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look like a eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and 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 on scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I you.

She said you comin' on to me with phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a
When you up I noticed that suit 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 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 you're pourin' might be to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I it a two
It's hard to tell what your flashin' is worth
I give it a six, you could use dental work.

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

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

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