Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
When in walked a chick who struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and
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 about as far as any 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 your 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 women on of one to ten
And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous to do
Now, let's just see, how much I give you.

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

That must be car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine convertible, a three 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 you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm to fine champagne, I give it a two
It's hard to tell your flashin' smile is worth
I it a six, you could use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that 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, while up and down the
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to I knew
She didn't have no class, I barely her a two.

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