Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

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

But you know we help it
We even know the cause
But as as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil taking my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be a chauvenist or just fall victim to
PMS blues
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got moods a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it 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 only one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both do without it
Got treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS