Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who almost me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were 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 flashed her a smile, but she even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight."
She looked up and my perfect frame
And said these words burned into my perfect brain.

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

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

That be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a
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 what your 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 really ain't much to add 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', Bare, what happened to your nine
says I, hell soon as she started to talk 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 scale of ten to one,
There no ten.