Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you just that apple hangin' in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and
not afflicted with 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 forgive us for we not what we do
I got those can't crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

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

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