Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put curse on me
Why you just leave that apple hangin' in the tree
You make us hate our husbands, our and our boss
Why I can't even count the good I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but something I can't help
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most times I'm easy going, some say I'm as gold
But I'm PMS I tell ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to and say "I feel your pain"
PMS blues, PMS
You know you must us for we care not what we do
I got those can't crying, dishes flying PMS blues

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

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

It's the only in my life 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 right this very minute
With some old cranky, naggin', raggin' hateful
With those old PMS
PMS
I don't want to about it, we both could do without it
Got those your kids bad, don't you talk back
Gone ballistic,
lowdown, bitch to be around
PMS