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 make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't even count the good friends I've lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
times I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and
Those not afflicted it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we not what we do
I got those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

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

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