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 were and fine
On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.

Now on my scale there no ten's, you know
Nine is as far as any chick 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 looked up and down my frame
And said these that burned 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 me an eight, well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's see, just 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 that of (yores)
It's year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That must be your car parked out on the
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a
Now, as for build, I guess (yore) less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give 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 could use some work.

But, It's your struttin' rooster act really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to country 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 walked out, while up and down the
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to I knew
She have 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 scale of ten to one,
There no ten.