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 eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten, I'd 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 didn't even 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! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And these words that 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, that's a thing to do
Now, just see, just how much I give you.

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

That must be your car out on the curb
That homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) 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 flashin' smile is
I it a six, you could 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 much to add once the subtractin's
there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She out, while 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 have no class, I barely gave her a two.

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