Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
When in walked a chick who almost struck me
Had wet eyes 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 good judgement, I'd 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 said words that burned into my perfect brain.

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

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

That be your car parked out on the curb
sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less than
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

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

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

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