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 good friends 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, somebody PMS blues
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and
Those not afflicted with it are just the same
You poor old men have to grin and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must us for we care not what we do
I got can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't even the cause
But as as this part's over, then comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a 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 that
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a ain't 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 a swingin', tears a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that means one thing
If I'd been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't to talk about it, we both could do without it
Got those treat your bad, don't you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS