Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
When in walked a chick who almost me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs long 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
Nine is about as far as any 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 thing, you look like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if your on straight."
She up and down my perfect frame
And said these that burned into my perfect brain.

She said, well, one of those macho-matician men
who grade all women on scales 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 you comin' on to me with that phony numbers jive
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 must be car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a and a third
Now, as for your build, I (yore) less than five
Except, for pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.

That wine pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I it a two
It's hard to tell what your flashin' is worth
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 these country hens, but to me a three and a
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's
Since there no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She out, while up and down the line
The bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your 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 at first
There's in all of them
why on a scale of ten to one, friend
There no ten.