Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends I've lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even 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 turn 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 know you must forgive us for we care not we do
I got those stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

But you know we can't it
We don't even know the
But as soon as this part's over, comes the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
We're to always be a heap of fun
the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
Everybody's suffering,

But a woman had to write this song, a man would be to
Lest he be called a or just fall victim to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less than
PMS
You don't want to my path
Cause a pitbull ain't no
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', tears a
fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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