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 scale of one to ten, I'd her a nine.

Now on my scale there ain't no ten's, you
Nine is as far as any chick can go
So I her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for and good judgement, I'd give 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, one of those macho-matician men
Kind who grade all on scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, how much I give you.

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

must be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a 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 fine champagne, I it a two
hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I it a six, you could use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' 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 to add once the subtractin's done
Since ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your
Nine 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 good look at first
There's flaws in all of
That's why on a scale of ten to one,
There no ten.