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 in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't count the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and
Those not afflicted with it are just the same
You old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You you must forgive 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 even know the
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
going to always be a heap of fun
Like the taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for than that
PMS
You don't want to my path
a pitbull ain't no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd a man
But you know that means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both could do it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS