Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you woman, you done put your curse on me
Why didn't you just leave apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't even count the good I've already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I 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 it are affected just the same
You old men didn't 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 we can't help it
We don't know the cause
But as as this part's over, then comes the menopause
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
Lest he be called a chauvenist or just fall 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 yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me when it me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

It's the only time in my life I ever about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that means one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right this very
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 kids bad, you talk back
ballistic, unrealistic
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS