Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

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

Now on my scale there 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 like a possible eight
You and me could, uh! make eighteen, if head's on straight."
She looked up and my perfect frame
And these words that burned into my perfect brain.

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

She said you comin' on to me that phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I 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 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 give a ten for size.

wine 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 some 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 ain't no zeroes, I give 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 matter how good they look at
flaws in all of them
That's why on a of ten to one, friend
There no ten.