Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you just that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't count the good friends 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, slap PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted it are affected just 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 those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

But a woman had to write this song, a man be scared to
he be called a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a 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 moods a swingin', tears a
Nothin' 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 right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', hateful woman
those 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, to be around
PMS