Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of
When in a chick who almost struck 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 there ain't no ten's, you know
Nine is about as far as any 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! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and my perfect frame
And said these that burned into my perfect brain.

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

She said you on to me with that phony numbers jive
Your style 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 be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less 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 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 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 walked out, up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your
Nine says I, hell 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.