Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
in walked a chick who almost struck me blind
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 ain't no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she even look at me
So for brains and 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 my perfect frame
And these words that burned into my perfect brain.

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

She said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers
Your style makes me smile, I it a five
When you walked up I noticed suit of (yores)
It's last year's 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 (yore) less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

That wine you're pourin' be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I it a two
It's hard to tell your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use some work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these hens, but to me a three and a half
And there ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
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, what happened to nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to I knew
She didn't no class, I barely gave her a two.

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