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 hangin' in the
You make us our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the good friends already lost
of PMS blues, PMS blues
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
I got those God almighty, somebody PMS blues
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But when I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "I your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must forgive us for we care not we do
I got can't stop crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

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