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 friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I help
I got those God almighty, slap PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not with it are affected just the same
You old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you forgive us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, flying PMS blues

But you know we help it
We don't even know the
But as soon as part's over, then comes 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 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 a clenchin', fluid retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
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 means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right very minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I want to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS