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 the good friends I've 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 I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I 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 we can't help 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 taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

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 know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You want to cross my path
a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', fluid
Head a swellin', stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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