Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse 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 good friends already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
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 poor old men 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 over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering,
suffering, huh?

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 to cross my path
a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
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 I'd been a man
But you know that only one thing
If I'd have a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
those old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, you talk back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS