Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers

I was sittin' in suckin' on a glass of wine
When in a chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her 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 flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me
So for and good judgement, I'd give her a three.

I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look a possible eight
You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight."
She looked up and down my frame
And said these words that burned into my 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, let's just see, how much I give you.

She said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers
Your style me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I noticed that of (yores)
It's last double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.

That must be your car parked out on the
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less than
Except, for pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.

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

But, It's your struttin' act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens, but to me a and a half
And there ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.

She walked out, while up and the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine
Nine says I, soon 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
That's why on a scale of ten to one,
There no ten.