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 eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.

Now on my scale there ain't no ten's, you
Nine is about as far as any 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 look like a possible
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said these words that burned my perfect brain.

She said, well, another one of macho-matician men
Kind who 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 with that phony numbers
Your style makes me smile, I give it a
When you up I noticed that suit of (yores)
last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That be your car parked out on the curb
That homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less than
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 hard to what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you use some dental work.

But, your struttin' rooster 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 much to add once the subtractin's
there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

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

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