Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even the good friends I've already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
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 tell ya, I turn mean and
Those not afflicted with it are affected the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS

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

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or fall victim to
Those PMS
You we'd kill for less than that
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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