Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your 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 count the good friends I've already
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I even like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got God almighty, slap somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
You poor old men didn't have to and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we care not we do
I got those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we help it
We don't 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 over my body, suffering, suffering,
suffering, huh?

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 know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a pitbull no match
For teeth a clenchin', fluid retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', tears a
Nothin' fits me 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 only means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' woman
With old PMS blues
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got treat your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, to be around
PMS