Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you just that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I even count the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but something I can't help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted it are affected just the same
You poor old men have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we not what we do
I got those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't even know the
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
Like the devil taking my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write this song, a man be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for than that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both do without it
Got those treat your bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS