Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't even the good friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must us for we care not what we do
I got those can't stop crying, dishes PMS blues

But you know we help it
We even know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to 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 fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull 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'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the time in my life I ever think 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 old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS