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 us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't count the good 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 those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS

But you know we help it
We don't even know the
But as soon as this part's over, then comes the
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to this song, a man would be scared to
he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
a pitbull ain't no match
For these a clenchin', fluid retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
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 only one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS