Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you leave that apple hangin' in the tree
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 like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap PMS blues
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel 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 know the cause
But as soon as this over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a chauvenist or fall victim to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for than that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these a clenchin', fluid 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 wishing I'd a man
But you know that only means one
If I'd have been a man, I'd be right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
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, bitch to be
PMS