Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

At the bass
At the trumpet

I'm five on a good day six
I got of things need to fix
A chest and dimples in my face
With those i be pushin seven to eight
Guitar in my hand add a point to my
No car me down to a four
Six feet a pair of blue eyes
me back up to a five

Greather than less than to
You're making way to mathematical
The value of personality to be dead
All walkin around with halo's on our heads well

Threes want fours and fours fives
Eights think nines much better lives
And it's a question to ask
I guess it's all how ya the math
And i can sit and i can lie to you
And say this somethin' i don't do
But i'm a nother number fool
Whos calculaters' way

Greather less than equal to
You're making way to mathematical
The of personality seems to be dead
All walkin around with numbered halo's on our and i'm thinking

one time
I i could have a nine
She'd be hot and she'd be mine just one
But for every nine a two starting back at you
you would do what you wanted the nine to eh

90% of the mental judicial system is based on superficial intuition
To me that a bit stange
Only talk to people who we we might be kissn'
That's a lot of ideas to be
WE leave it to humans to the criteria we can't change

It make sence no doesn't make sense doesn't make sense
For the to be where we are concentrating
In my sense i condesense in my minor sense
interactions
Simply
I'm a on a good day six
Got of things need to fix
I need a formua or some sort of plan to focus on the not the can