Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put 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 I've lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't like myself, but it's something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap PMS blues
Most I'm easy 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 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 can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you we can't 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 my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write this song, a man be scared to
Lest he be called a or just fall victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for than that
PMS
You don't want to cross my
Cause a pitbull no match
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' me when it hits 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 only one thing
If I'd have been a man, I'd be somewhere right very minute
With old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful woman
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to 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