Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even myself, but it's something I can't help
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
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 stop crying, dishes PMS blues

But you know we help it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
the devil 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
Those PMS
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got moods a swingin', tears 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 that only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to about it, we both could do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS