Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's on a glass of wine
When in a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and
On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.

Now on my there ain't no ten's, you know
is about as far as any chick can go
So I her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for and good judgement, I'd give 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 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 all women 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 said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers
Your style me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I 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 sixty-nine homemade convertible, a and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) than five
Except, for pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.

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

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

She out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't no class, I barely gave her a two.

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