Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you put your curse on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've already
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most times I'm easy going, 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 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 can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS

But you we can't help it
We don't know the cause
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're going to always be a of fun
Like the devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a had to write this song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be a chauvenist or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You want to cross my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
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 time in my life I ever think about wishing I'd been a man
But you know that only means one
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right very minute
some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to talk about it, we both do without it
Got those treat your kids bad, don't you back
Gone ballistic,
Awful lowdown, bitch to be
PMS