Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you just leave that apple hangin' in the
You make us hate our husbands, our lovers and our
Why I can't count the good friends I've already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's 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 mean and
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I feel 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 help it
We don't even know the
But as soon as this part's over, then the menopause
Oh, Lord, Oh,
going to always be a heap of fun
Like the devil over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering
suffering, huh?

But a woman had to write song, a man would be scared to
Lest he be called a or just fall victim to
PMS blues
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You don't to cross my path
Cause a ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
Head a swellin', can't stop
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, syndrome
Got those a swingin', tears a slingin'
fits me when it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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