Luyện nghe bài hát PMS Blues

(Dolly Parton)

Eve you wicked woman, you done put your on me
Why didn't you just that apple hangin' in the tree
You us hate our husbands, our lovers and our boss
Why I can't even count the friends I've already lost
Cause of PMS blues, PMS
I don't even like myself, but it's something I can't
I got those God almighty, slap somebody PMS
Most I'm easy going, some say I'm good as gold
But when I'm PMS I ya, I turn mean and cold
Those not with it are affected just the same
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 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 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 chauvenist or just victim to
Those PMS
You know we'd kill for less that
PMS
You want to cross my path
a pitbull ain't no match
For these teeth a clenchin', retention
a swellin', can't stop yellin'
Got no patience, I'm so
PMS blues, premenstrual
Got those moods a swingin', a slingin'
Nothin' fits me it hits me
Rantin', ravin',
PMS

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