Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost struck me
Had wet blue 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
is about 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 look like a eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect
And said words that burned into my perfect brain.

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

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

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

That wine you're might be fine to you
But I'm to fine champagne, I give it a two
hard to tell 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 country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there ain't much 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', Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to I knew
She didn't have no class, I gave her a two.

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