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 hangin' in the
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
I got those God almighty, slap 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 with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't 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 flying PMS

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

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

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