Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick who struck me blind
Had wet eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten, I'd her a nine.

Now on my scale 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 brains and judgement, I'd give her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look like a eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if your on straight."
She looked up and my perfect frame
And said these words that burned into my brain.

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

She said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers
Your makes me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I noticed suit 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 convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give a ten for size.

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

But, your struttin' rooster act that 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 to add once the subtractin's done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I you a one!.

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

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