Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the 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 PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
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 PMS blues

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

But a woman had to write this song, a man 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 my path
Cause a ain't no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very
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 treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS