Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and
On a scale of one to ten, I'd her a nine.

Now on my scale 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 brains and good judgement, I'd 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 looked up and down my perfect
And said these words that burned into my brain.

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

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

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

That wine you're pourin' might be to you
But I'm used to champagne, I give it a two
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is
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 really ain't 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 happened to nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to talk I
She didn't have no class, I barely 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.