Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you put your 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 good I've already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected 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 can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You don't want to cross my
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, 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 that only 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 old PMS blues
PMS
I don't want to talk it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS