Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass of wine
When in a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue 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 her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and judgement, I'd give her a three.

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

She said, well, another one of 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, just see, just how much I give you.

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

That must be car parked out on the curb
sixty-nine homemade 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 to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you use some dental work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really me laugh
It may be a ten to country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there really much to add once the subtractin's done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

She walked out, while up and the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to nine
Nine says I, hell as she started to talk I knew
She have no class, I barely gave her a two.

Yeah! No matter how good they at first
There's flaws in all of
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
ain't no ten.